I've Planned My Own ***.

I'm debating if I should write a story entitled as above. It'd be partially based on facts, what's actually happening to me. If I do write it, I'm not sure if I should make it one long chapter (well, long for me) or like.. a three shot.

My friend and I are pretty messed up. We have talked about suicide, never murder. I'll think about it occasionally, but never ever will I act on it. Suicide though, I've attempted multiple times. I'm such a failure I can't even do that. Well, since we both have some sort of craving to test and see what murder would feel like... we often talk about sadistic stuff like that. Her offing me or me offing her. What it'd feel like.

Well, now, I'm debating if I should turn it into a story where the main character is pretty much walking into their death and being murdered by their best friend. Pretty weird, eh? I've gotten part of it written. So... sneak peak anyone?

My hands were clammy and my heart raced. I was scared. Deathly scared. Why was I doing this? Oh, that's right. Because I've grown up in this fucked up life and it's time for it to end. Why can't I just do it myself? Because I'm coward. And, partially, because it seems fitting to just let my friend satisfy one of her cravings.

Her craving to kill.

Good story idea? Bad story idea?

We will NEVER act on any of this. This is sort of our roleplay. Get over it.

I've Planned My Own Murder