Grace POV
The round was pretty easy. Killed every survivor. "You're doing amazing. Keep it up." The Entity said. I nodded and went down to the basement.
"What's even the point of Andrew surviving his hell? It's karma after all!" I said to myself. "And the others haven't came yet, which is growing me impatient!" I looked across the room to see Phillip staring at me with a blank expression. "Call me greedy because I'm not." I said, sighing.
Andrew POV
Can't believe all this stuff I'm hearing about Grace. It's like...I don't even know her! I've known Grace for a long time, she's basically my little child towards me! Cora, Evil and Shesho treat her like a porcelain doll/vase!
The word porcelain echoed in my mind. Then it snapped me. We treated her like a porcelain doll...very delicate and fragile...SHE BROKE INTO PIECES!!
"That isn't Grace!" I yelped. Glue looked at me. "What do you mean?!" He asked me. "When she was still with me and the others, we treated her like a porcelain object, we didn't want her to snap or lose control! Someone must have made her snap or something!" I yelled.
"Well if it isn't Grace, then...who was the other one?" Glue asked me calmly. I thought. "I may have a clue." All I said before the wind picked up, he fire stayed lit and dark clumps of dark smoke surrounded us.
But before we passed out, I gave a offering to The Entity......
A stone with a porcelain doll carved on it and on the back of the stone it said...
The Porcelain Broken House
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You Left Me: Now It's My Turn {Book 2 Completed}
Fantasy"You left her...she won't come back~" ^^^^^^^^^^^^^ They have the nightmare over and over again. When they are whisked back to the hell, this time permanently, they find a good old friend of them but she has changed. Now she hunts them. The others w...
