𝚂𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙲𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐

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   The wind was heavy, and so was every step 𝙨𝙝𝙚 took. The day had turned to dusk, before it eventually had become night time and 𝙨𝙝𝙚 had to go back to 𝙝𝙚𝙧 mothers house. But 𝙨𝙝𝙚'𝙙 refused to that time, causing 𝙝𝙚𝙧 to feel like the whole world was against 𝙝𝙚𝙧.

   Every breath 𝙨𝙝𝙚 took felt like hell, which just made everything even more painful. It came to a point where 𝙨𝙝𝙚 wondered why 𝙨𝙝𝙚 was even doing this.

   Blood-stained stockings rubbed against 𝙝𝙚𝙧 skin and made 𝙝𝙚𝙧 want to throw up, which 𝙨𝙝𝙚 unwillingly did soon enough. 𝙎𝙝𝙚 fell to the ground and closed 𝙝𝙚𝙧 eyes and let the sharp pains that roamed throughout 𝙝𝙚𝙧 body control 𝙝𝙚𝙧, before 𝙨𝙝𝙚 heard a distant voice calling 𝙝𝙚𝙧 name;

   "јҵҋө? Oh, Јҵҋө!"

Just then, a sudden rush overtook 𝙝𝙚𝙧 and 𝙨𝙝𝙚 tried to prop 𝙝𝙚𝙧self up, but 𝙨𝙝𝙚 just fell right back on to the cold, wet grass.

"Јҵҋө, are you out there?"

𝙎𝙝𝙚 heard 𝙝𝙚𝙧 mother's frail voice and 𝙨𝙝𝙚 so badly wanted to go give closure to her, but 𝙨𝙝𝙚 just couldn't bring 𝙝𝙚𝙧self to do so.

"M- Mama-" 𝙎𝙝𝙚 croaked out, but 𝙨𝙝𝙚 knew that 𝙝𝙚𝙧 mother could seldom hear 𝙝𝙚𝙧.

Soon, 𝙝𝙚𝙧 mother had scoffed and gone back inside, and 𝙨𝙝𝙚 was the only one left who was going through the worst feeling in 𝙝𝙚𝙧 life. 𝙎𝙝𝙚 knew that 𝙝𝙚𝙧 mother would call the police and they'd come searching for 𝙝𝙚𝙧, but, of course, all they would find is a strangely in tact corpse of a once lively 8-year-old girl.

And 𝙨𝙝𝙚 also knew that, soon, all 𝙨𝙝𝙚 would see was nothing, nothing, 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing,
   𝖭𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, ݊ꪀᨵׁׅׅtׁׅhׁׅ֮ꪱׁׁׁׅׅׅ݊ꪀᧁׁ, ησтнιηg, nothing, ꋊꄲ꓄ꁝ꒐ꋊꍌ, ᑎOTᕼIᑎᘜ, ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ,
NoThInG, nothing, 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈, ⓝⓞⓣⓗⓘⓝⓖ,
   🄽🄾🅃🄷🄸🄽🄶, 🇳 🇴 🇹 🇭 🇮 🇳 🇬 , ᥒ᥆𝗍һіᥒg, ղօԵհíղց,
   ᘉᓍᖶᕼᓰᘉᘜ, ꂚꂦ꓄ꃅꀤꂚꁅ, ɳσƚԋιɳɠ,
   ႶიႵႹiႶყ, uoʇɥıuƃ, ᭢ꪮᡶꫝỉ᭢ᦋ, ҋөꚍӊїҋԍ, ₦Ø₮Ⱨł₦₲, ภ๏tђเภﻮ, 𐌍Ꝋ𐌕𐋅𐌉𐌍Ᏽ, ️♑⭕🌴♓ℹ️️♑🇬,
   N̶o̶t̶h̶i̶n̶g̶,̶ n̤̮o̤̮t̤̮h̤̮i̤̮n̤̮g̤̮,̤̮ n͜͡o͜͡t͜͡h͜͡i͜͡n͜͡g͜͡,͜͡ n͓̽o͓̽t͓̽h͓̽i͓̽n͓̽g͓̽,͓̽ ṇ̤͛̒̍o̯̱̊͊͢t̲̂̓ͩ̑ḣ̖̻͛̓ỉ͔͖̜͌ṇ̤͛̒̍ĝ̽̓̀͑, ️ṉ̵͓̬͈̞̥̭̥̇̓̔͋o̶̯͎̱͐̇͋̅̃̈́͋̽̊̀̓͊̃́͋̓t̵̏͛̃̍́̈̚͜͝ȟ̸̨̯̲̝̳͓͎̭͖͊̄̔̽̓̂̋̇̋̀̕̚͜i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜️ṉ̵͓̬͈̞̥̭̥̇̓̔͋ğ̶̡͚̺̼̱̺̘̳̘̩͚̯͔̎̅̍͋̒́̔̈́̎̂͜͜,

Nothing at all.

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