Warning - This story contains mild violence and horror

{ I N T R O }

That was the last time I saw him - I swear it. It wasn't like I wanted it that way or anything. He wasn't in it for me, he was in it for the fame. For the girl who doesn't have a heart. Loads bothered me that day. I'm prepared to say that I was a bit unreasonable. But how would he feel if I only wanted him for his body. Which isn't true, if you thought it was. When he told me he thought I wasn't famous enough I cracked. Forget this, I remember thinking sourly, you can find another girlfriend. When I got up to leave he grabbed my wrist but the look I gave him was enough for him to let me go. No one bosses me around, no one. And especially not him. Yesterday he was found dead and it wasn't me. There was a message next to him you see, and it said "See you later, round the corner, I'll be there - my darling." They all asked questions as though I was the murderer but I remember nothing, sir. That's what I told them twice. Now today they let me go, with the hate in my chest that I can't refuse. One down, I ticked off in the back of my head, and twenty more to go.