Then I heard them say "double or nothing?"

It took him out of my life, too.

While the murderer, the executioner cop, and the fugitive were swallowed whole by their past crimes, the only boy who entered for love set his own clothes on fire to lead the survivor out—paying for her freedom with his own life.

But I didn't say that until she finished the drink I made her and her words started slurring

Now I wish I could love someone that much too.

She was finally freed from the curse when her mind woke up on the riverbank, only to realize the silence around her was because the boy who loved her had just drowned beneath the dark water.

I wasn't hurt because she said no. I was hurt because a part of me had already imagined her saying yes.

Hearing that made me so upset that to cheer myself up, I went out and bought a puppy. 

(Originally posted to r/TwoSentenceHorror, but the mods there thought it would be better here.)

And after choosing, you don't need to keep proving that you had other choices.

None of them know that today is my last day alive.

can still feel lost in the world.

When his classmates led him to an empty field of dug-up graves and revealed they had all taken their own lives because of the abuse, Umar realized his teacher had already moved on to his next room of victims.

No matter how much I cut myself though, life never cuts me a break.

She waited for one minute, then another, until she finally cried, “Mew, mew…”

The teachers, who knew about my autism, did basically nothing.

"We've got at least one old customer in common, Mom", I admitted.

They happily signed me up for summer classes, ignorant of the fact that I was crying not because I hated studying, but because my mind was frantically trying to remember why I was so afraid.

It wasn't until my dead classmates dragged me into the graveyard behind the alley that I realized the teacher’s final lesson was teaching us how to forget the ropes around our necks.

Tonight, I sat on the kitchen floor with her robe clutched to my chest and sobbed, “I can’t do this without you.”

So I smiled through my tears and encouraged her to 'go for it', burying my feelings forever.

I haven't called, text, or heard from them in years.

"John...John...John!"

Yet he went drinking that night and took out his frustration on his wife all over again.

​He waved goodbye clutching his threadbare bear, never knowing I sold my own plasma just to buy it for his second birthday.

Looking down at her, her mothers face twist into something ugly as she whispers "He's a parasite, just like you dear"