I feel sharp pains in my arms as i lay here on this table. everything is black and my head is sending me into wild and obnoxious dream like visions. I didnt think the dead could dream? Am i even dead anymore? was i just in a coma? No i am most definatly dead. i put a fucking bullet in my head! it most definatly did not miss my brain. I AM DEAD! why the fuck do i need surgery none of its going to heal anyways. I need to wake up...I need to get out of here....WAKE UP FAITH! WAKE THE FUCK UP!!! darkness complete and total darkness. I start hearing words from around the table im laying on. i cant understand them but i know somthing is happening. what ever it is just makes me cringe.
Pain..Sharp pain. My eyes snap open and im laying there on the table i can feel everything now. Im screaming but the arnt paying attention to me just my body. "Will!Will help me!" he doesnt even budge. "Im awake STOP!" Nothing they keep working on my bloody body. i start to cough and blood comes out. I black out again.
Somthing else starts. I was a dream? It was all a fucking dream?! Im now sitting in a libary theres stacks of books in front of me. I think ill read a while i look up at the roof...there is no roof....just the sky. Well it looks nice at least. I look around the room and pick out books to read i look towards each wall....no door...no windows...i go to sit down and notice that theres literally nothing to do but read. "ok well this should be fun." i think to my self as i open a book sitting into a red chair that swings some where over head. it seems to never end.
Suddenly somthing happens. i start to feel pain...lots and lots of pain. i know my first hour is up.
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The life of an undead cheerleader
Mystery / ThrillerAt 16 Faith committed suicide. The cause....bullying. A ex-cheerleader now dead comes back to pick new victims and to get her revenge will her victims survive?
