DECEMBER 25, 2034
Where do I begin.
Where does the last person in my family like who is alive begin. The world is a mess. I'm Aries. I go by Ari for short. Here is what happened so far, government went insane and my family was murdered by them. Why did I live? You may be thinking I was hiding like an illegal third child, but no. I didn't hide. If I wanted to, I never had the chance. They came with no warning. Just busted into our house because they knew our whole family would be there. Those pricks. It was Christmas and everyone was having fun until they just broke the goddam door and caused chaos. They shot my grandmother, grandfather, my aunt, my uncle, my cousins, my mother, my father, and my siblings, but not me. I remember what they liked about me. I was what they called 'pretty'. 'A work of god himself'. To hell if I believe that, but I was pretty?
I'm not close to pretty, if anything I'm more petty. Or pretty useless. I watched my family's blood spill onto the floor. Did I scream? No. I never had the chance. I saw my mom get shot and then I blacked out after feeling a needle enter my skin. I had no feeling what so ever.
No feeling at all.
Nothing. Nothing like a waste of space. When I woke up? I didn't. I only lived inside non-existent world. Dreamland some would say, but it's no where near that. More of a nightmare that I was trapped in. A world of monsters and people out to get me. A world of the forgotten, the denied, the people who never passed the test.
The pretty test.
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HorrorThey say what you see before you die is terrible. What if that thing was truly beautiful? What if that thing wanted to make you suffer because you were pretty. Watch out. Because what I tell you is true and you should listen to what I say and do as...
