Hello! Welcome to my noobish fanfic writing but thanks for making time for it. If you're an experienced creepypasta follower this part might make a little sense. Chapter 1 clears up a lot about this part. And again, thank thank ! I also recommend listening to "I'm Low on Gas and you Need a Jacket" by Pierce the Veil while reading the next chapter or 2 !
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I slowly open my eyes. My vision is blurry and my back is sore. I blink a few times. My vision clears up and I realize I'm surrounded by trees. I prop myself up with my arms but fail after a sharp pain throbs on my left wrist. I lay back down and examine my wrist. I must have been here (where ever here is) long because this cut, a circle with an X through it, looks as if it stopped bleeding long ago. I sigh. Again, I attempt to sit up. This time I'm able to straighten my back. My back is deathly sore and I know why when I look at what I've been laying on. A bed of rocks, obviously prepared by a human, but who lay me here and why? I decide those questions can wait, I need to get home before this cut gets infected. I slowly attempt to stand up. My legs are weak but I manage to stand up, not straight but I'm up. I move forward. I look down to examine my clothes, rips on my sleeves and blood stained pant legs. My hair is knotted and I don't have my knife on me. I sigh and begin walking but my back is so sore I'm practically limping. I don't know where I'm going, but my sister told me as long as I can find North I can get there. I'll walk which ever direction I'm heading now.
Sorry! Really short prologue but I'll have chapter 1 up as soon as my minor case of writers block clears up!
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Falling
FanfictionTerren Posh has gone through some hard times in his childhood and just as things start to get better, is it possible things take a turn for the worst? Or will Terren learn to accept he can't change the past?
