Is it wrong? That no matter how close I
Am to someone. I'm never able to cry for them when they die.
Is it wrong for the people to call me a freak. If it is will the logical Thang be to kill. If it is then why don't I? Do I FEAR
What will happen? If I do then I shouldn't. Shouldn't care. People who care end up dead in this household.
That's why a facade is in play.
They can't hurt you that way. But what I find annoying is the fact that people want let go of the past. They hold grudges. Grudges that hurt others like the ones close to them it pushes people to the brim like boiling water overfilling a pan. But why do I care I'm a nobody. People like me aren't seen.
But maybe that's the point right?
Either way I can't live in denial.
It will only hurt me in the end.
My hand slips and the letter d ends up with an extra line. My fingers swist spinning the Pencil around. The line Disappears as fast as it has come with a few flicks of my hand. A loud ring echos throughout the house. But I have no thoughts about answering. My phone continues to go off beside me.
I can only wait for it to go silent.
And is does, I swip through it fined out who was calling but what I see doesn't surprise me. An unknown number.
I'm not surprised however I've been getting alot of these. But whoever it was is getting blocked. I don't have time for them. They aren't my concern.
My eyes wander to the small numbers on the top of the screen. 12:48 the digits sit there in my head. Without a second thought I closes my journal and shove it into one of the cabinets and make My way to my room. Inside is a desk and a giant book shelf.but most importantly a bed. My bed. As soon as my body hit the pillow it all went black.
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last one alive ( Ghostface's X Reader )
FanfictionI never thought I would make it this far, never thought I could make it out. although my hands are frigid now and that my heart has hallowed out. I still walk.
