An Average Day In High School

get fucking waterlogged.

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I'm tired. I didn't do any of my work for school. The tub of ice cream is gone and I'm barely sain enough to write at all.

Fuck writers block
Fuck being tired
Fuck life
I'ma write this shitty chapter wcaise I need something to fill the time from now till like 6:30 am.

Letssss gooooo.

Note: 9-11-18 past me is a whinny bitch. Don't listen to her.  So I'm reaching out to people who read this and I would like to politely ask if y'all can hook me up with some personal insight about things like depression, symptoms of too much stress, ect.

Hopefully trying to get this game to steam once it's finished. So ya know there is that. Thanks for that. Chapter time.

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The rag was removed from McCree's face and the cold water ceased. A hard slap was delivered to McCree's face as a bright light flooded into his eyes.

"Where is my brother?" They growled. The words didn't seems to be processing correctly because McCree answered with an assortment of strangled cries of confusion.

"Answer the damn question. Where is my brother!?" He growled yet again. McCree thought for longer than he should, trying to put the words together and form a proper sentence.

"Who?" Was all he said. The boy groaned loudly. "My. Brother." He slowed down the words, punctuating each of them.

"I don't know" he coughed loudly as he desperately tried to rid his lungs of the water. " I don't know who you are, or who yer brother is" the light was blinding and the raging head ache didn't help him at all.

"Hanzo Shimada, you filthy swine. Where is he." Jesse looked, or tried to anyway, the person in the eye.

"Hanny?" Jesse asked. "Hanny? Ugh." They hissed. "You Americans are horrendous."

"What?" Was all McCree could manage. He tried to find any thing of the person, but the light was too bright. He was blinded by it.

The person's words began to jumble together. He couldn't hear him. He struggled against his restrictions.

"Let me go." McCree tried to say. He let out strangled cries for help, but no one came. It was just the two of them.

"Silence!" They growled. McCree ignored it and continued to try and escape. He rocked with in the chair as the other called some one in the room.

"Hold them still" the gaurd held down the chair as the other looked for something. They made a small sound of approval before stepping closer to McCree.

They pulled a small pill from somewhere and forced McCree's mouth open.

"Sweet dreams" they cackled as McCree forcefully swallowed the pill.

McCree tried to protest ,but his body was going numb. His eyes began to feel heavy and he fought until he couldn't. His eyes closed, and let the pill take over his body.