I remember everything in this room. Even though it's been a while. Like I said the human mind is an amazing and interesting thing. I'm being struck with nostalgia overload. It is to my understanding that this is all just a dream. I don't exist and at the same time, I do. I am aware of everything going on around me. I kinda miss my old self, I've tried to walk out into the other rooms but there is no door and one window. On the outside of the window, however, it is blank white. Going to sleep doesn't help. I guess my entire life has been a dream. This is the only real part now. And if anyone finds this entry somehow or finds me send help... I'm for once in my life scared. Is this my hell. I haven't had a chance to redeem myself.
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Lazarus Child
Ficção AdolescenteYoung Joseph "Lazarus" Cofstroke was born with Black eyes and red pupils. One night a Pentagram was burned into his back while he was asleep. He was sent to an orphanage because his parents disowned him.
