Looking at her friend, Anne felt perplexed at the sight of her face, full of shock and horror. Asking her questions to relieve the anxiety in me, every bone in my body began to shake tremendously with the words coming out of her cold mouth.
All She could do is think, How? Why? Unanswered questions poured as she noticed her smirking, as if to hide a smile and a laughter- one of those evil laughters that are supposedly cool, but really isn’t.
Hearing and eyeing her left every trace of honesty puzzling Anne. Why did it have to be me? Why did she have to go and spill the beans to me? Speechless and perplexed she tried to move, but no aching part would let out a motion.
She walked towards Anne like it meant nothing. Her words, dark and full of laughter. Who is she? Those words spun in Anne’s head as she searched for descriptive words to satisfy it.
Her hands were full of what Anne hoped was ketchup sauce. Yes, ketchup sauce. That’s what they used to use in movies, right? The air reeked of death. Who’s, She didn’t know. Anne trembled still knowing her friend could do such a thing.