A/N & Extra

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Hello everyoneee! And MERRY CHRISTMAS! AND HAPPY BDAY LEVI! (ITS ONE DAY LATE AGAIN BRUH)

But anyways, I just wanted to let you guys know that the next chapters gonna be about Marco and the 'incident'...I won't be putting graphic descriptions (cuz I don't wanna be banned from Wattpad...) but there will be some (at a okay level) because it won't make sense if I cut out all of those things. So if you have any trauma or if it might trigger you, then I recommend not reading it. Depending on how I write that chapter, I might turn on the mature settings on.

Oh and also, I reread my story again, and realized that I completely skipped Christmas (I mean, they were in the hospital and they were really in a hard time so...) So instead of a story, I will be putting a poem here (free-verse) that Berthol wrote in Christmas. I'm pretty sure they were in the hospital at that time because the injury was pretty bad. (This is why I put 'Extra' on the title) I hope you like it...


Them and Us

By, B. H.

Christmas,

Where they spend their time on the  streets.

While we spend ours in the sheets.


When couples get biting marks,

We get some biting wounds.


While they eat the turkey fillings,

We get the murky feelings.


When they smell the mints and gingers,

We see the runts and fevers,

And the smell of the medicines wafting through the air.


When they break the wish bone,

We break our own bones.


When they devour the food,

We became the food.


They hear the jingle bells,

We hear the ringing bells,

And the sirens shouting in my ears.


When they find comfort in their house,

We confront our injuries in the hospital.


When the rain turns into snow,

Our pain turns into soreness,

Spreading through our bodies,

Like the Christmas spirits flowing through the town. 


They spend their money on the gifts,

And we spent more so our feelings lifts,

For a tiny amount.


When the children snoozes down,

And the snow settles down,

We settle down,

And consider,

If we wrote our letters to Santa or Satan.


Or maybe,

Maybe we were on the naughty kids list.


...So again, Merry Christmas and I will try to upload the new chapters by new years. I hope you guys have a good holidays! (I'm in winter break right now btw)

Crazy? I was crazy once. They locked me in a room. A rubber room. A rubber room filled with rats. And rats makes me crazy. Crazy? I was crazy onc-

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