After an entire month of torment by the Oompa Loompa as I call him these days I am nothing but flesh and bones, I am tired all the time and all these scars are getting harder to hide from everyone, I don't understand why all this pain feels good it just brings me up to earth instead of being buried six-feet under with no-one being able to hear me scream as I choke on dirt slowly suffocating, I have a feeling of joy whenever I see something that can bring me harm and if someone did try to help I doubt they could achieve much...
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The Orphan
Short StoryThis is a tale I made for an English class, it is rather short but if you don't like depressing stories then I advice you not to read
