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Hey guys! This is my first ever story, so please don't judge me to much...  I have been really nervous about putting a story up. I have recently completed an English assessment for school, and this is what I wrote about. Please feel free to leave comments, or even give ideas for another story.  Here's the story, please enjoy!
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I don't remember what it feels like having parents who cared about me, parents who respected me, parents who loved me like I was the only thing that mattered. All I remember is how dark life became after my parents locked me in this cold, dark, damp cellar in our castle.  They always told me I was special. I always thought that it was just because I was their son.  Now I know that they didn't mean that at all...

"AAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!"  I screamed in agony. "Make it stop,  pleeeaaase make it stop!!" I could feel the rat biting into my flesh tearing away at my skin,  I could see the hot coals on the top of the bucket which was causing the rat to eat into my insides just to survive. I could feel the crimson red blood flowing down my waist to the hard grey concrete floor.  The rats were gnawing on my insides. Every now and the. I would feel the rats try to hear on a bone or hit a bone. I kept screaming despite it making the pain worse.  My head fell limply to the side, then I saw two figures standing outside my cell just watching as the rat was slowly eating away all of my life. It was hard to make out who they were because it was so dark and gloomy,  also because tears were making my vision all glassy. The last thing I remember was the rats pointed Noelle, dark black eyes with grey hair eased it's way out of my chests if no harm had ever been done... 

I really hope that you guys like my story so far. Hopefully my next update will be soon. Please vote if you liked it and comment me, or message me. I will try and reply as soon as...  Thanks for reading...

Love to all xox

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