I woke up in a pitch black room, and had a panic attack. I hated the dark so much.
Then I saw the man again. He was at a computer, looking at something, I couldn't see what though, since he had taken my glasses. I could barely see but I identified two coffins next to me. That's great.
The man stood up and began walking towards me, I was too terrified to move or speak. The man plucked one of my hairs out, picked up a roll of duct tape, tore off a piece, and taped my mouth shut. I wanted to cry but I was terrified of what he'd do if I did.
I accidentally let a tear fall. The man swiped it up and put it in a bottle. Then he picked up a strange tube from a crate, put one end of it on my forehead, and everything went black again.
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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...
