I'm currently only one street away from where I stay. As I strolled up to the old abandoned house, I quickly made my way inside to try to escape the stalker that had been following me for the past 15 minutes. I made my way up the broken wooden staircase and then into the old master bedroom. I slept on an old dirty mattress that was left behind from the previous owners. I had only two outfits to wear, but they're all ripped and barely fit me anymore. My shoes are almost fully broken and worn down, my hair looks like a birdsnet that I hide under the hood of my worn out hoodie that had many holes in it. I sat down on the mattress and got caught up in my thoughts. I laid down and try to replay all the boring events that had taken place today. I was so distracted to the point where I didn't here footsteps come into the house and more specifically into the room I am in.
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In My Recovery (Daniel Seavey)
Fanfiction"Something happened to me. Something so traumatizing that it left the biggest impact on me." A/N: The chapters are very short and that's why this book is so long!
