User talk:Atdiretard

The 15th day of the 6th month of 2006,

I found a used needle next to the bathroom trash can. It still had some sort of liquid in it. I couldn't believe that it was actually sitting there. Why did it come from?, I thought to myself. I hadn't used it or known anyone who would. Just then, I heard the front door slam shut. "Anybody home?", said the voice. It sounded like someone I knew from a dream. Not anyone that I could remember but definitely familiar. "But how?", I whispered. Suddenly, I realized that it was a teacher from my old school. Then I died. Fuck!