Complications – Part 7
I stare up into Donna’s face as she hovers over me. She’s covered in blood and screaming at how she’s going to kill me. Two guys are holding her back.
The knife in her hand is dripping blood down her arm and onto me. “Donna, please, I’m sorry! I will never do it again! I promise!
I hear the cop cars pull up.
“You better believe you will never do it again, you’re dead!”
“Donna, you’ll go to jail for murder!”
“Whatever!” She brings the knife down directly into my heart and the world turns black!
Velvet Verbosity challenges us to write 100 words using the word “whatever.”
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