Day 20 of the Flash Fiction Challenge
Day 20: Pick up the nearest book to you, open it randomly and use the first complete sentence as your writing prompt.
“I didn’t kill your father. I can’t make you believe me but it’s true.” She whispered, tears streaming down her face.
I hated the fact that she’s staying inside a white room with glossy windows instead of rotting in jail. She doesn’t deserve this kind of treatment. She’s a monster.
But maybe it’s for the best. And maybe, that by staying here, she’ll grow a conscience and admit the truth.
But here she is, two months later, still a lying prick.
“Stop denying.” I wanted to slap the hell out of her, but couldn’t because of the fact that she is my bestfriend— was.
Ever since she moved into our house twelve years ago, smiling became a usual thing, and lonliness left my mind. We were partners in crime, sisters by love. I’ve relied to her all my life.
“Look at me.” I commanded.
She looked at me, at last. Tears were still falling.
“Just tell me the truth.”