Do Not Disturb

by Freida McFadden

While I’m washing the blood off my hands in the kitchen sink, the doorbell rings.

queen of opening lines

I spited him enough by murdering him.

“I love mirrors,” Greta tells me. “Mirrors are the barrier between the conscious and unconscious mind. Everyone has an inner concept of themselves, but mirrors are reality. What you see right now—that is the truth that everyone else sees.”

And even after he was unconscious, I still waited. Waited until his chest stopped rising and falling. Waited until I couldn’t feel a pulse in his wrist.

i support women's wrongs

That’s so strange.

girl that is BLOOD

If anyone can tell the future, it’s this woman. And that’s all the more reason for me to refuse.

Well, so much for getting comfort from the words of God.

And before I entirely know what I’m doing, I lean forward and I press my lips against his.

HE'S MARRIED??? GIRL-

And I’m afraid my husband is a murderer.

oh??

I fell in love with him for being the only one to believe in me. Also, it doesn’t hurt that he’s pretty hot.

“Who did this to you?” I whispered. Unsurprisingly, he did not answer.