The Poison Apple

Snow’s pov
Zacky had a picnic basket with him as we drove out a bit till we found an abandoned barn.

“Wow were a couple miles from Hunnington.” I stated out loud.

He parked and smiled wide saying, “I thought we could be alone, for a while.”

I nodded and got out of the car with him.

He had a sinister look on his face, as we walked inside the barn.

We sat on the ground, I was sitting on the other side of the basket.

We talked and laughed, I never let my guard down once.

“Here, have an apple.” He smiled and handed me red apple.

I could tell something was wrong with this apple.

Zacky smiled at me and kissed my lips like it was my last breath.

Which he thought it was as I took a bite out of the apple.

He smiled at me, and said, “Goodbye, Snow.”

Then I fell back onto to ground.