Loads of chappies will be uploaded at once due to me traveling (i have nothing to do so im writing loads of chappies) ok kiddos (also back to winnie pov)
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When they said we were soilmates I could've exploded. I always thought Stonnie hated me, but they were being threatened by my father to stay away so their family wouldn't ruin "our" reputation. My father fled the Section after filling my oxygen with Oxi-Clean, so I'm safe now. (Or so you thought bitch)
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"Hey Winnie?"
"Y-Yeah?"
"I'm sorry."
"For what?"
"Your fat-" (i purposely cut them off at fat i hope you know what they meant)
I heard a gunshot, and then a scream from Winston. (o yeah while winnie was in a coma winston actually recovered [well obviously they wouldnt be alive otherwise]) The thing that hurt the most was the sight of Winston, my soilmate, laying there lifeless.
God, why'd I let this happen again? I'm letting them die again. I'm such a bad CC.
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It's been one year since their funeral (funerals for CCs are just giving them 2 the humans lol) and I still haven't recovered. I mean, how could I? They'd still be alive if they had stayed away. I wish I knew. I wiggled home and went straight to the cupboard where I grabbed 2 shot glasses. One glass for Oxi-Clean, the other for Windex. Once I poured the solutions into the glasses I chugged them, and then poured more.
Chug.
Pour.
Chug.
Pour.
Chug.
Collapse.
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You thought this was fukn happy
If i was reading this and not writing it i would cry tbh (WHY TF IS THIS NOT BOLDING IM)
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-Lily (is sad this text won't stay bolded)
YOU ARE READING
We're Soilmates
Terrorthat worm fanfiction that i wrote based on evies bad spelling (that is still somehow better than mine?? ?)and no one really wanted written with details and i made it longer than one paragraph enjoy kiddos
