Weak

Chapter 1

(Picture is of Flaky ^_^)

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*Flaky's P.O.V.*

As the lights flashed over my eyelids which caused me to squint, I instantly knew it was morning while I shifted a bit in my small bed. My eyes widened in realization, however, as I jolted up to a hault and wrapped my hand around my small throat; I remembered yesterday when I had accidentally choked myself with my scark while skeeing. My lip couldn't stop quivering in fear as I clutched onto my bright red silk sheets. How is that possible, you might ask?

Every day, I woke up like this and every day it makes me wish I could never wake up at all. I get scared over almost everything that touches me and considering that I also have anxiety and paranoia, it doesn't help. Well, neither does the fact that I lived in a cursed town where if you die one day, you come back to life the next. And the process repeats. No one knew why or how the town got cursed but yet again, no one seemed to care enough to find out.

I took a deep and shaky breath.

"Okay... okay....you're okay... hopefully today will be better.." I muttered lightly to myself and released my sore neck, shakily crawling out of my comfy bed. I tiptoed towards my bathroom, even though I knew I was the only one home, and cautiously walked in to comb through my mess of a hair. I grabbed my comb and flinched as it stroked through the tangles, flakes of dandruff dropping to the floor,

"Ow...Ow.... Ow!" I groaned and eventually gave up.

After searching through my pile of clothes in my closet, I soon picked out my light tan sweater, long black skirt, and black leggings. I was in a hurry because I had promised Petunia yesterday that I would help clean her house with her. Well....before I died....again.

I gulped when I suddenly stopped at my front door. The erdge to stop what I was doing and just turn around and go back to sleep was filling up in my stomach like every other day. I knew I was going to die today. And it ate at me. But, over the years, I started to get used to the feeling. So, I sucked it up and twisted the doorknob so the bright sun could beat down on my pale face.

'Hopefully it won't happen any time sooner....' I thought while I slowly stepped forward and out the door. So far so good.

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*Flippy's P.O.V.*

"Have a good morning, Handy!" I had called out to the Ginger haired man as he waved his bandaged nub over to me while balancing himself on his tall ladder,

"You too, Flip! Thanks for the roof!" He yelled at the soldier before wobbling a bit and falling off the ladder out of clumsiness. Sadly, he had fallen straight onto a pile of nails that he had on the ground to hammer the room down sterdy. He sreamed in pain and tried to pull our the nails but of course, he forgot that he didn't have arms. So instead, he just screamed and ran down the street for help.

I watched in shock as my friend ran down the street screaming loudly in...pain? I wouldn't doubt it. Everyone in this town dies horridly rather they liked it or not. Me however, I try to stay out of the way so I can just wait for my death peacefully and enjoy the beautiful scenery that this town gave.

I placed my hands calmly behind my back and paced along the hot sidewalk, trying to get my mind off things. It wasn't easy trying to stay calm while watching your friends die in front of you. But yet again, I guess I was used to it considering that sometimes I brutally murdered them....

I have a condition called Post Tramatic Stress Disorder (or ptsd for short) which meant that I had horrible flashbacks of my past in the war every time I saw any type sharp objects, hear an explosion; all of that good stuff. I hated my condition, however, and never wanted to hurt my friends in the first place. I was a kind and friendly man who tried to stay with people as long as possible but they all ended up being afraid of me.

I looked down at the warm concrete under my black combat boots and blew air out my nose before glancing up to spot a familiar red haired girl.

My heart nearly stopped in my chest as I watched the girl shakily look both ways before crossing the street; her long, spiky hair flowing behind her. I couldn't help but to stare and tighten my fists as a light tint of pink covered my cheeks,

"Flaky....I bet she's still scared of me after I tried to kill her again the other day...yet again, I wouldn't blame her."

I looked up at her almost sympathetically as I hesitantly started to walk forward again, my palms starting to get sweaty. 'Should I go up to her and apologize...?' I wondered while stepping up towards her, feeling butterflies flow in my stomach as I approached up behind her when she had haulted at the bus stop,

"F-...Flaky....?" I stuttered out.

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Hello my lovelies ;u; Thank you so much for reading the first part of my story! I hope you all liked it so far! Ill make sure to update the story atleast twice a week! Love you!! Stay tuned!