That moment, where everything can change. The Fates beckon you, calling you forth to the pit of Hades, it's said that those who are Violent towards themselves go to the Seventh Circle of Hell. How lovely, escape the Hell on Earth and plunge into the burning inferno of Hell, blazing bright, scorching hot. But I can't live without you, please understand this. I can't! I'd rather suffer for the rest of eternity, at least then my mind would be off of you... Please forgive me for this... Please...
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Teen FictionTHIS WAS PREVIOUSLY NAMED "If Music Be the Food of Love, Play On" Bright lights, blind me. When did I get here? Why can’t I remember? I inhale deeply and a menacing voice booms. “Skating now is, Isabella Rittee,” I shiver involuntarily and begin my...
