JULY 9th 1952
NEW YORK TIMES
TWENTY YEAR OLD MALE FOUND DEAD IN HIS APARTMENT,
Calum Hood was a boy who wanted to change the world. He decided to leave Australia. He wanted to persue his dream as a writer. His parents said he loved to write. His sister used to read his stories.
"They were amazing." Said his Mother. But how did Calum die?
Calum was found July 6th in his closet hanging from a rope. His friend found him. His death was believed to be suicide. Both, Calum's family and close friends cherish his memory by publishing his stories. Our hearts go out to the Hood family. Calum has left behind one daughter.
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I looked at the newspaper, afraid. I pull on my jacket and run, I didn't know where I could go. They would find me. They would test me. They would torture me. I did not want to go through that.
I hear the faint music from the jukebox play. Then, there was no sound at all. I was gone. There was no turning back. I couldn't go back. I wouldn't.
Because I, Calum Hood, am supposed to be dead.
A/N:
hiii so this is my new fanfiction!! I kind of have everything planned out and... well lets just see where it goes from here. hope you enjoy
