I lay in my bed. I stare up at the ceiling. White mist swirls amongst the darkness, my mind floating on a river of pain. It's comforting. I can hear muffled crying through the wall. But the tears have already run from my eyes. Run forever and ever. And now I have none left to cry. It's over. It's finally over. And now I don't know where I go from here. My mess of a childhood has come to an end. It's done. It's gone.
He's gone.
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Funhouse (Incomplete)
Mystery / Thriller6 friends. 6 secrets. 1 choice. Tell or run. Tell. They'll find you. Run. They'll find you. L a u g h, you're having f u n. 6 friends. 6 secrets. 1 survivor. ***** Side note: Each chapter in this book is written by a different character's P.O.V and...
