Where The Hornets Nest

P A R T O N E : Planted Stinger.

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Did you know...

What?

Why are you here?

That someone who lives...

Stop, go away.

In a fake reality for so long...

Please.

Stop.

That they become their own monster?

I didn't know that.

Well, You will soon find out.

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WHERE THE HORNETS NEST

Your Story to Live.

October 27th 2019

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9 : 34 am
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I furrow my eyebrows, growling in anger.

"Get the fuck, on!" I hiss at my f/c sweater, I had this outfit planned out this whole weekend and I was really excited to wear it.

Finally, it slides into place.

I look in my mirror, deciding I look good enough.
Untill, I spot a hair out of place. "Oh my fucking God bro." I whisper, moving back to look at myself in my mirror. I try to push it up, with the others but it sticks out.

The buzzing grows louder as my anger spreads.

I form a fist, biting down on my tongue with so much pressure. I can feel my cut from under my (Jeans/Sweatpants/Leggings) rawr in pain.

*CLASH*

I'm breathless, stumbling back and away from my mess.

My knuckles sting, glass bits litter my flesh.

I'm going to be late for work.

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TIME SKIP

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The cold autumn air pricks at my skin through the holes in my sweater, my left hands screams of pain soon match with the screams in my thigh.

I can see the diner from here, the side walk isn't busy.

Cars buzz besides me, surely going over the speed limit. Just ahead, I see a blue van drive into the diners parking lot. My gut twists, I shove my good hand into my side pocket as pick up my pace.

I tilt my head down, counting cracks in the sidewalk.

"Hey! Y/n! Wait up man!" I hear a familiar voice call from behind, and instantly the buzzing goes away. I feel my stomach gain butterflies, and suddenly my pain in my hand and thigh melts away at the sight of BSF/N.