"Please! Please don't do this!" screamed the man in horror. I put on my mask. The mask is a dirty white with only two eye holes. "Pleeeaaase!" He said with tears in his eyes. Both of his arms were bound by chains. "You're full of betrayal and lies" I replied calmly. I grab my rusted machete. "No!" he yelled using his last breath. I lift my arm up grasping the handle firmly and swing down. The blade penetraded his skull. Blood flowed on the floor in a mass of diections. His eyes were still open. They had look of sorrow. They looked familiar.
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Dismal
Teen FictionDismal is about a poor, 24 year old man who is clinically insane but tries to continue a normal life. During his adventure of a life, he is challenged through events that will affect everything in the end. Dismal is for readers who enjoy horror, sa...
