Tick-tock tick-tock tick-tock tick-tock
I sit in the corner of a dimly lit room listening to the small chimes of the grandfather clock above me. I'm alone, of course, but I'm sure the nurse is gunna check up on me soon. After what had happened, they seem to check up on me any chance they can; I bet you they probably think I'll take any chance I get to commit suicide.
But you can't commit suicide, remember? A promise is a promise. And you know how much I hate when people brake promises.
Well so what? You cant blame me. You can't blame me for what they did, but I guess I can. I blame them for it all. For everything they did. They deserve to die for every last little thing they did to them. They deserves to die for the pain they put me through, for the pain they put ALL OF US through. THEY DESERVE TO DIE FOR EVERY LAST LITTLE GODDAMN ---
"Checks!"
Wha...? I turn around to see the young nurse poking her head through the lightly painted door. She looks at me with curious look on her face, and then whispers to someone in the hallway. Looking carefully past her, I can see three men behind her, as well as a black haired doctor that seems to look more as though a gentlemen than someone with a profecian in the medical field.
Wait. No. It can't be him.
He comes in my room and gives me a warm smile. A warm smile with a dirty secret.
There's no doubt.
IT'S HIM.
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Far From Home
HorrorHey guys! My name's Nemirya! This is the first ACTUALL story I've put on here so far, and of course it's one I made up. I just want to let chu guys k ow that all(or at least mostXD) stories I put o. here are my own, but of course I can never be sure...
