Chapter 3

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I woke up and got up to do what I normally do... but It felt wrong i came downstairs rubbing my eyes and i looked at my dad and brother.

"Morning sunshine" my dad says with a smile "Morning sis" my brother says "Morning" I got my stuff and went to the car so did my dad and my brother we all started to talk like we usually do. it was my turn in the passenger seat. We all started to talk about the funny stuff of me and our brothers childhood.

My dad wasn't paying attention while driving and he gotten into a car crash. Me,my Brother and my dad were in the hospital for a month. But my dad and brother didn't make it. When I got out of the hospital i didn't want to live anymore. I hated it... I hated this... I hated everything around me. I went on a killing spree with my face covered with a mask. I did what I usually did and I went home to get
Cleaned up and I started to sob... and screamed punching the walls. I never felt this way before I HATED this all of it I fell asleep on the floor that night... I felt empty I felt so meaningless... what am I supposed to do now... go to school and get made fun of... I never wanted this I truly hated this emotion...

I woke up went to school hating every second of it. I felt alone I felt misheard... misunderstood... I missed them so much.. I went home. I didn't sleep for weeks and weeks on end when I heard there is a new killer that is a st*lker. Weeks pass missing people men,women,teens and elderly people. I thought I was a little f*cked in the head but this man is more f*cked up then me.

I went to school again like usual and when I went home I felt like I'm being watched. I was lying in bed when a hand covered my mouth. I tried everything to get lose but I passed out instead when I woke up i was tied up to the bed with a man covered in full arm tattoos. My mouth was taped shut. I shakes my head and he chuckled... HE F*CKING CHUCKLED
I wanted to know who this was but he started to t0rture me. I passed out....

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