While waiting for death I sat down pulled up my sleeve and stared at the cuts on my arms. All had memories of rejection a loved ones death or something else. I remembered the time that I was rejected by the only girl I liked at that moment the time Jane the killer divorced me and many more. These included the time when Jeff the killer made me watch my family die by burning. Their skin melting, their terrifyingly loud horrid screams. It all stuck with me in the cuts. Every single last horrid decrepit or just overall depressing memory.
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Deaths game
HorrorThis story is the tale of how my oc tries to fight his way back to life
