I ran as fast as I could to get away from him, this dude hated me so much for absolutely no reason other than I was…different? Okay I admit I’m a dork. But why is that his problem?
Apparently I wasn’t fast enough, he caught me and slammed me into a locker. He threw several punches as usual. I didn’t fight because im dumb and weak. Typical me.
I finally got away from him and ran for the bathroom, then I heard screaming from a stall. That’s just great, you know? I decided I won’t be going in there and took a run for it.
On my way home from school I walked past an all black house with dead plants all around it and a suspiciously real grave laying out in the grass. I heard a yelp from inside. Then I walked slightly faster as I passed that house.
Suddenly I hear footsteps behind me and I glance behind me. There was an older man with dark black hair walking behind me on his phone. He smiled at me. I nervously smiled back and walked faster.
Then I felt someone grab my shoulders. I jerked away quickly and ran, my heart beating fast in terror.
“WAIT!” I heard the man yell “I NEED YOUR HELP!”
Why the heck would this random creepy dude need my help? I ignored him and kept running.
“NO PLEASE!” He yelled again
Then a black van with tinted windows drove up and stopped nearby. Is this man seriously going to attempt to kidnap me in broad daylight? I ran as fast as I could.
Then everything went black.
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Crazy Depressed People
Non-FictionA story with my original characters. Each chapter is from an ocs pov. ⚠️Trigger warning⚠️ death, mentions of sh, suicide, suicidal thoughts, talk of rape and abuse, and homophobia from abusive father. *bows to human who thought of the name for thi...
