The Risk (Mindf*ck, #1)

by S.T. Abby

I fist pump the air, then look up to see a few curious eyes on me through my open office door. Feeling like a fourteen-year-old jackass, I message her again.

that's so cringy (i wish a guy felt like that about me)

I cried until there was nothing but sand left to fall from my eyes. I curled into a ball and showered three times a day, never feeling clean.

The tenth year… The tenth year is when I decided to start killing one a month.