Letter: 8

I lended Joey my ear as he told me GothGoth's story. Joey took a deep breath and gulped In nervousness.

" Her name isn't actually GothGoth! ", Joey yelled. I seriously stared at this guy. " Joey I knew that. ", I responded.

" Her real name is Kristine Krauss Applesauce. ", Joey softly spoke. " In middle school, every guy wanted to sell their nipples just to see a little bit of her shoulder. ".

Joey seemed to get more nervous.

" She had nice dyed dark red hair and man how I miss that. " Joey said in regret. " I was the only guy that didnt like her. So, she started to hang out with me. We got close… "

" Yeah, but why does she want money from you? ", I asked Joey. He began to glow red.

" One day I made a promise to her that I would go to the dance with her. She bought an expensive dress and everything. Unfortunately, the dance was so goddamn boring I left and she was all alone, surprisingly", Joey said in confusion. I looked at this guy in a no longer with shame but with confusion.

This guy had missed so many hints. Brother wants to pull so badly, But he cant even notice when a goth bitch likes him.

Joey seemed to almost tear up. " Ever since that day she hunts me down to pay for the amount the dress costed her. "

Wow. This man is hopeless.

I just stood there silent for a moment. Joey seemed a bit pissed at this. " Bro, anything to say? ", Joey asked in sarcasm. " Are you even my bro? Because the past few days you've been acting like a hyper, rude, incel! "

Oh, So bros trying to piss me off now?

I immediately pushed Joey to the floor. I started to choke him. I've had enough of his stupid and irresponsible actions.

" Look at me Joey and listen to me clear. I've seen people die, inncoent people. If you want to keep on being the same bratty teen, be my guest. But leave me out of it. I've taken so much shit from you and I'm tired. You got that Joey! You got that!

Joey looked like he was ready to cry and pass out. He looked like crazy frog from how hard I was squeezing his windpipe. At that moment I wanted to kill him. But I didnt know if Eric or DD would want that.

I let go of his neck and left throw the window. " Wait! Eric, don't leave, I want to talk! ", Joey pleaded.

I got to get away from Eric's life. Maybe I can runaway somewhere. I heard Tahiti's very nice this time of year.

While running through the suburbs, I saw a familiar face. Short, pale, stockings, heavy mascara, and carrying a body bag.

Holy crap! It was GothGoth carrying a dead body.