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You are at home, studying for your test. Your parents are out at the moment so you have the house all to yourself. And you don't have to be wearing your jacket.
You could wear your black long skirt. And your long sleeve lace top that you couldn't wear around people. And definitely not around your father.
It was night so you could go outside and play with your dog. Most of the time you would just sit on the swing. just staring at the night sky. Or lay in the damp grass and fall asleep.
It was raining outside. It was perfect.
You walked outside, followed by your dog, Fang, a Siberian Husky. You were already soaking wet. You laid down on the grass and just laid there with your eyes closed. You laid your arms out like you were flying a bent your legs a bit. You loved the itchiness of your wet clothing sticking to your skin. How it itched. And how the wet lace placed marks on your skin. You loved all of it. You loved what it did to you. But most of all, you loved the feeling of falling asleep, and never knowing if you'd ever wake up again
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Mine ( Jeff the Killer × Depressed Reader) (Completed)
FanfictionYou often go outside at night. Because that's when you can hide. You wear a mask to hide your pain. You don't smile. When you do it's to conceal pain from reaching out and getting ahold of the last bit of sanity you have. That is, until you meet him...
