The chair wobbled beneath my feet as I stood in the dark kitchen. Ready to die.
"Bye bye baby" I sobbed helplessly.
I kicked down the chair.
Spitting.
Gagging.
Choking.
Dying.
My vision turned red and blurry and my face felt it was being inflated.
I'm going to die.
Just at that moment, the moment I felt myself slipping away, an explosive crack filled my ears and my whole body was thrown to the ground with tremendous force.
This was it.
I had died.
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Hate is just a word.
General FictionCompleted ✅ WARNING! This story contains a lot of seriously messed up views on life! Please do NOT try to imitate ANY of the behaviour displayed in this story! Eric always knew that his life wasn't going to be perfect, far from it in fact! But he n...
