Chapter 2

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George's mind fluttered back to reality as the burst of light disturbed his thoughts, tears slithering down his cheeks, lips trembling as he started to scream and shake violently.

His eyes rolled back, his puffy blank white eyes glossy, his cheeks a burning crimson red while tears slowly dribbled down towards his chin, bruises littered his neck, marks of red lines covering his arms, piercing through his veins, scars scattered along his legs, which softly swayed. The sun curiously peaking through the open blinds, illuminating his pale, almost white skin. A note placed on the bedside table beside him.

And there, he hung.

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