Chapter 2: Choose

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"You were alone, left out in the cold

Clinging to the ruin of your broken home

Too lost and hurting to carry your load

We all need someone to hold."




Taylor's POV

"I'm Doom, baby."

Introducing himself, he opened the door. He entered my small apartment without warning whatsoever. "You took ages to come to the door, I thought your house was huge. It's tiny." He spoke, walking with his hands in his black trenchcoat's pockets.


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"Hey! What-" He sat on my sofa, crossing his legs. I didn't get to continue what I was going to say. AGAIN. "Don't just stand there. Sit down." He chuckled.

"T-this is my house." I don't know why, but I felt so intimidated by him. "I know. Don't worry about it." He replied.

I'll consider this as breaking in.

Mhm. Definitely breaking in.

Not letting him see, I hid my phone with my arms. I dialed 911.

"The anniversary of someone's death?" He asked, right before I pressed the call button. "Today's my birthday." He continued.

"Oh, really? I-I see...Happy Birthday." I greeted him as a distraction.

"No one's ever greeted me on my birthday before." Now that it looked like it worked, I tried to press call the police again.

But then my phone went lowbat.

Wait-

IT WAS LITERALLY 69% WHAT HAPPENED.

Terrified, I looked at this man called "Doom". I assumed it was his doing, even when no man on earth can have the ability to do this.

Maybe my phone just sucks.

"Don't bother wasting your energy. It won't take long. You just need to tell me your wish out loud."

Now I'm scared.

"What? What wish?" I asked him. I don't have an idea of what he's talking about. "You wanted this world to end." He said.

I started to think about when I even said such a thing and now that I think about it...

'I just want the world to come to an end! I want everything destroyed! Just bring doom to this world!'

Taylor, you stupid bitch. WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT AT THE TOP OF YOUR LUNGS.

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