The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was darkness. The first thing I felt was discomfort. The first thing I smelt was dust. The first thing I tasted was blood in my mouth. The first thing I heard was a door creaking open. And those were my first memories.
(Sorry it's short, but it's just getting started - moi)
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Prisoner Of My Head
Teen FictionThis is about a mystery boy who shows up in Ice's hidden room. As for why Ice has a secret room, that's a secret you just have to read.... Cover by Zeebastian
