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⚠️A disclaimer before we get into this book!⚠️
This book contains different types of abuse, sexual assault, self harm, non consensual intimacy, suicide, kinks (gun play, blood play, bondage, degradation, somnophlilla), relapsing/withdrawal, and grooming/pedofilla. if you cannot handle this type of behavior then DO NOT PROCEED TO READ! Remember, this is all made up and not a real life situation! Always remember that your mental health matters and please, take this warning seriously.

August 14, 2009
Paris, France
4:30 PM

I parked my car in my driveway, my new house was old, like very fucking old. It was a Victorian home that was light blue with white accents. I got out and i walked behind my car to grab my backpack and suitcase. I threw my backpack over my shoulder and pulled up the suitcase handle, i shut the trunk and walked inside.

The air inside was cool, a relief from the summer heat outside. But the smell... it smelt like a old persons home.. and a hint of something rotting. It made me want to gag.

The house had a weird vibe to it, like something could be watching me? I shook it off thinking that It was only me being paranoid.

I looked to my left, a nice living room.

I dropped my bags and walked towards the living room. There was a big glass stained window right behind the goldenish velvet couch. It was gorgeous, the warms colors made the house brighter. I turned my focus to the nice doorway that leaded to the kitchen. I walked into the kitchen, the flooring was a white tile.

The smell hit me, something rotting. "what the fuck?!" i gagged. I put my hand over my mouth and nose. There were flies coming around the corner, my heart was pounding. Could it be something dead?

I slowly walked around to the end of the kitchen where the flies were coming from.

what.. the.. fuck.

Mice bitting at the insides of a raccoon, there was stained blood on the once white tile and the insides were dried out.

I gagged again, i rushed over to the sink and vomited. I turned on the water and let the vomit flow down the drain.

I looked over at the guresome scene, and i grabbed a random broom trying to shoo sway the mice.

I then grabbed my phone out of my back pocket and called rodent remover.

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8:54 PM

The rodent remover person came over and took that disgusting raccoon. But he made me clean up all of the fucking blood and insides.

"Mavis I miss you!" Diana whined. Diana, my best friend, i was sad that I had to leave her in Chamonix, chamonix is my home town.

"I miss you too" i switched my position to laying on my side on my bed.

A moment of silence passes by, but she breaks it.

"sooo has anything exciting happened?"

"Um yeah I guess," I chuckled "there was a dead raccoon in my kitchen when I first got here, it was disgusting i literally threw up. And I start my new job tomorrow!"

"A dead raccoon? thats fucking disgusting, but i'm glad you get a new job!" I could feel her smiling on the other end.

We then started rambling about things.

"Well, I have to go.. we- i mean I have school tomorrow." she awkwardly said.

"Oh, yeah. goodnight, love you."  I whispered.

"love you too, and good luck on your thing tomorrow!" she said, then hung up.

As I hung up the phone, a sense of loneliness settled over me.