Description
I went down the dark streets of London. Dim light illuminating the night and I was honestly a little scared. I was on my way home from a night out with my best friends and I hated the fact that my mother wouldn't let me sleep over there. Instead I'm walking through the cold, frightening night. Thank you mother I really appreciate that. Chills ran down my spine as I saw a dark shadow around the corner, sprinting down the streets. What the hell? I stood there watching the person run away and I swear I was never that scared in my life. The boy turned around, eyes wide and shock plastered on his face the moment he saw me standing there, pressed against the wall. *** This story contains graphic depictions of violence, sexuality, strong language, and/or other mature themes.
Spray Paint || LT
