Dead Girls Don't Talk

by Sandra J. Paul

“No. I have no emotions left. They died with me.”

“I died. That’s it. I’ll take the rest of it to my grave.”

This town reeks of old money, and they hate each other for it.”

we as humans are programmed to continue existing, no matter what they throw at us,”

He would listen and give the answers normal people give, not the replies that come from freaks like me, who thrive on thinking differently.

People don’t really care about each other here; all they care about is money and prestige, and how to get more of both.

That’s why I loved her but detested her too. I loved her for her good manners and her quiet support, but I hated her for being such a good person too. It made me look very bad.

I’m the type of person who never really accepts anything as normal when it isn’t.

She would never object to anything, but hover over her books instead, pretending that everything was well with the world.

To the outside world, she seemed to be a rather gentle person who took things as they came, but in truth, she was wildfire waiting to spread.

Maybe you love me a bit too much, I thought, but I didn’t say it.

Some things just have to stay with the dead. There is a reason why they usually cannot speak.