Broken Whispers

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September 12th

So this happened around twelve or thirteen years ago, when I was five, or six. It's not all that important, but it was the first sign of my-

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The dark brown hair teenager sighed chewing at his only pencil in frustration, he just couldn't find the words he needed. He leaned back on the tree branch he sat in trying to keep his shaking in check, he couldn't make to much noise, if anyone found him...

He shook his head long hair swishing slightly despite it being tied back. The teen froze all nerves on high alert, shaking slightly, then he signed again putting his pencil back on the small tattered Journals page and started to write again.

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... My issue with holy places. I have what amounts to the worst luck in said places, to put it lightly. Every. Single. Time. I go in any 'holy' places something bad happens.

At first it was just things to do with me, small things like losing my favorite plushie, Sneek when I was five, yeah. I know I was gonna take it slow and tell exactly what went down the first few dozen times I went to holy places and It keeps getting worse.

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He shook his head again crinkling the the small page in his shaking hands, mumbling under his breath about how he needed to go slower, not safe, not safe.

After what felt like moments, bout could very well have been hours he calmed down, crumpled paper still in his clenched hand.

Breathing in and out his now dull green eyes looked at his clenched hand slowly opening it to look at the crumpled paper in his shaking palm.

Try to take a deep breath he leaned forward, slightly amazed he didn't fall out of the branch. He looked at the paper wondering what the hell he should do now...

Authors Notes:

Man I love snakes, um yep beside the point... Uh, yeah, I'm really excited about this story, n I'm not sure if I should continue or not?

Eh, tell me if this is interesting enough ta continue?

Fluffy Shadow Out!