Don't you remember us Tommy...?

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Tw : needles, blood and a little bit of swearing

BANG!!

NO!!!!

There my kids! No please get up sunny. Please please please please get up. I can't move there grip is to strong. I had to watch my kids die in a pile of there own blood. Get up please sunny. "Sorry papa" was the last thing I heard from sunny. They dragged me away. I didn't say anything I I kept crying. I was struggling to get out there grip. I passed out. 

Once I woke up I saw the same white room I was in but this time there was no slots only a door. I look down at my clothes. I was wearing a white fluffy shirt and white pants. I need to get out I can't stay here. I heard the door open while I was cradling myself. I look up at who ever walked though the door. It was demon with wings. He had a needle with some type of liquid. He walked closer to me. I ran to a corner of the room. S**t he got me. He injected me with what ever was in the needle and gave me water. He left the room. I felt dizzy the room was starting to spin. There was my kids in front of me. Tears in my eyes is this real I thought to myself.

Crash!!

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