All he wanted to do was die. They had caused him so much misery. Very few people knew who They were, but he did. They were his tormentors, They were the ones who made him live his life in fear. He had been falsely accused so many times by Them.
The world seemed to hate him. He wanted to die so badly, but he can't bring himself to do it. He knows that there are still a few people that would miss him, even if They had ruined his life, but what other choice does he have to escape. There is no other way out, but the one way there is wouldn't be any better. He must live his life and hope that They will go away.
He puts down the gun and walks out the door, hoping that They won't follow him. They are his demons. They are the ghosts of his past...
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Short Stories
Short StoryShort stories that I don't wanna have to make tons of new books for. Most of them will be sad, as that's what I seem to be good at writing, but maybe someday I'll make some happy ones
