I woke up to a knock on my door I knew it was my dad, the only person I lived with. He was going to give me my pills I know that because it's the only reason he talks to me sadly. "Come in!" I say hoping he finally talks to me today. He hands me my pill and a glass of water i take the pill and I start to feel queasy Strange I thought I then passed out and woke up in the middle of the woods still queasy I get up and start to wander "HELLO!?" I shout hoping for an answer I obviously didn't get one. Then I heard a train I ran towards the noise hopefull to find a train station. I started running and all you could hear was the train and my footsteps in the fall leaves. I then keep running without realizing... "AAAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"BMRROOOOOOO!!" The train hit me... I was dead I woke up above my dead body confused I kneel down and make sure, yup it was me, on the tracks, dead. I started walking toward where I know my school is and then I remembered I still have my pill bottle. I pulled it out of my pocket and realized the label was fake I pulled it off and it read 'Deadly Do Not Consume' I turned the bottle over and read the side effects the of taking this pill 'Becoming high, passing out, shaking, studering, and even death. I became angry at this, my dad poisoned me. WITH PILLS!? I thought to myself I got to my school not realizing it was day now. I saw a black and gold wolf start walking with a friend of mine I ran up to them and started screaming "HELP!" Jack didn't turn but the black and gold wolf did.
"Did you hear that?" She asked.
"Hear what?" He replied confused.
"Some wolf screamed help" she said now worried.
I screamed again " HELP!" She now looked in my direction surprised.
"Are you okay?" She asked.
"No! I was poisoned by my dad and the I woke up I the forest and then I-I I GOT HIT BY A TRAIN!!"
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Phantom
FantasyCRINGEY!!! //Kill me\\\ I woke up in my room hearing a knock on the door, it was my dad the only person I lived with he was knocking so he could give me my pills.
