Experience of RagsNOOK

She whispered whether or not it was correct. It felt like it was a load to carry. "How many secrets can you keep?" She glared at me and waited for my response. I nodded with a yes; she took a deep breath and started by saying a story. It begins like this. "You know how much I like my mom and dad right?", she said. Again I nodded with a yes. "So, you remember I used to speak about my nightmares to you?", she asked with a high pitched voice. This time I didn't respond anything in return. "The secret I want to share with you is a big thing to me, I believe I can trust you on this", she confronted by putting her hand on mine. I kept my hand on hers and pressed it a little, gesturing my belief in her. "You remember I used to tell you about my nightmares and the blood I used to see in my dreams?", she asked and started to scribble on the table with an imaginary pen. "I killed him." she blurted out. "I killed hi...