A Short Story : A Story?

Not one to give up, she tells him that she knows he is missing someone but she does not want anything serious. She says that she only means to have fun and Billy

“I think you are a liar. You want to kill me. You’ve killed every breathing specimen that has ever walked into the house. You have killed Gregory Temple, Chris Mulholland, animals, heck you have probably even killed the poor post man,” Billy says loudly. At this point Billy knew that he had to find a way to get out of here before she added him to her kill

"Woah." Jasper said in a surprised tone as he stumbled back a little, his hand on his head in pain. You immediately step towards him in concern and hold him steady. Murphy scoffed in the background, but you decided to ignore it as Jasper was your only concern at the

From the start Billy thought some things were a little odd. The first thing that was odd about her was when she immediately opened the door and little comments she made to him. Then he thought she was a little dotty, but he was getting a deal. Finally, he decided she was off her rocker, but he compensated for all the odd little things she did by reminding himself that she was a sweet old lady. Billy should’ve trusted his instincts when something seemed off, but because he doesn’t, he ends up in a situation where something awful will

Billy: She d-did. And M-M-McMurphy! He did. And Harding! And the-the-the rest! They t-t-teased me, called me things!

"What the…" he mumbled, gingerly picking up his head from where it rested between the steering wheel and window.

Billy is not conscientious, and so it is milipinating not only himself but his actions. One example of this is, The old man explains to Billy that there is a Pub, “The Bell and Dragon” a quarter mile away. Billy goes off looking for it, but comes across a Bed & Breakfast that feels cozy,

"Did the hit you received yesterday knock out all of your brain cells?" She snaps, "You don't give patients false hope, not when it's a bad case like that."

This should’ve told Billy that the lady is trying to make him stay no matter what and that something was not right. Later on in the story Billy starts thinking about the landlady’s actions but

“Leorio…” The Kurta placed his hand on Leorio’s shoulder, squeezing gently. “Come here.” He shifted in bed, opening up a space for his friend.

He struggled to find comfort for his back, and couldn’t help wincing. He heaved a sigh of agony and placed his head on the pillow, lied on his back, rather uncomfortably, closed his beady eyes and speechlessly waited for that moment to arrive. Heavy footsteps ware approaching. Their shoes clap rhythmically on the floor.

“Hey,” he said, ”what are you-” Edward heard a dull thud and was knocked backward. The last things he could remember were feeling a sharp, stinging pain in the front of his skull and slowly losing consciousness.

"Cupcake, relax. I'm fine. It was just a shock from the contact. I wasn't expecting you to do that. Also to answer your previous question, I'm doing fine now that my heart rate is back to normal, how are you?"

“Thanks Murphy, now I have a headache.” She mumbled out loud. The she knew he was exactly to blame, her nights of staying up late didn’t help her any. Taking in a deep breath she hobbled her way over towards him.

“Hey would you keep it down? I am trying to rest.”, whines a man lying on the ground against a brick building five feet in front of Malcolm. “Why are you here anyway? You appear to be well.”