The difference between me and my little brother is he was tall and well built so someone you don't want to mess with unless your a complete and utter sociopath. I've tried every corner of the planet trying to find Ben's killer but nothing.
That's enough if that we have been over this subject in previous chapters
I enjoyed growing as I said it's fun but we were poor so we made everything from scratch even our clothes just kidding were not total savages just games an chairs and all that. My dad was macanic and my mum wrote songs when I was growing up on my thirteenth birthday we went to the Lazer tag alone tho so it was more hiding from the staff and shooting other people so this went on for a solid hour until we got kicked out.
I miss my mum And dad but what can you say I sometimes watch over the house my mum prays a lot to the almighty Shinigami or god of death it's the same thing really but she's doing ur the now
"Oh please great one please let me see my boys oh please I beg if you to do so I miss them so much" this can go in and on and on for hours on end it gets annoying after a while. But this is my story
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The suicide Forrest
رعبa book based on a true place in Japan also horror/fiction hope yous like it
