Things aren't okay. I keep telling her that i'm fine because I dont want to stress her out anymore. But something NOT okay is happening... there are eyes on my wrists. I've been hiding them with my wrist braces and saying that my joints are just hurting but of course im lying... kind of. The braces make the eyes hurt, burn almost. They're staring at me as im writing, charring everything they look at. Thier gaze is obsurdely hot. I don't want to try to touch them anymore.
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Eyes Of Margaret
Short StoryShort realistic fiction horrorish shit. A very short story idea that i had and wanted to make real. Too short in my opinion but I lost interest.
