biscuitmental13

It was a stormy night, non like any other. Lightening spit across the blackened sky as thunder roared like a man eating lion. The clouds moved rapidly through the sky as if trying to run away from something. The rain poured down from the heavens above, the tears of a thousand angels. The rain was coming down like nothing I have ever seen before. The only good thing about this weather, is that it's perfect weather for what I am about to do. As I walk into my room I lock the door behind me. Slowly I walk in front of a mirror on top of my dresser, and underneath it I grab a knife. Not just an ordinary knife, but a meat cutting knife. One that c