Ive had a relatively good life.
My mother and father are both scientists, they earn so much money it still shocks me that I get fifty pounds pocket money and have done so since the age of six. Although I knock it down to twenty by helping them pay the bills.
"Anna dear would you mind if I borrow around £30?"
Why...if they earn so much money, why would they ask to help me pay the bills?
"Dont ask questions or the questions will start asking for you" is what father always tells me, then my mother would slap him on the arm and we would all move on.
Little does he know that i'm far from moving on.
One night he told me to keep a silver box for him telling me the code was my birthday and when the time is right I would open it and use the stuff inside.
I didnt think much of it that night. I was half asleep.
But when I woke up...I knew why I needed that box.
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Fallen
ActionIt was a calm winters morning, Annabelle woke up to the smell of metal...it smelt of death, lies and betrayal DISCLAIMER I DO NOT HAVE ANY AFFILIATION WITH JACKSEPTICEYE AT ALL. I DO NOT OWN ANY TWENTY ONE PILOTS SONGS AND OR MUSE AND OR GRIMES AND...
