PROLOGUE

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*BAM!*


A loud noise sounded throughout the entirety of an almost empty house. The only person in there was a young child, about 14 years of age. They were clutching their stomach as they were curled up on the floor, their face almost blank. It had only the slightest hint of surprise.

Slowly, they removed their arms from their stomach. It was a bloody mess. They were bleeding. Fast. They knew they were going to die. That's what they wanted, anyway.

As their eyes started to tire out, they looked over beside them. On the floor next to them, was of course, a gun. They had shot themself.

They gave out a weak laugh before finally closing their eyes. No more of this cruel living world.

Being dead would be much nicer.

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