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My heart raced as I ran down the hallway. Oswald's footsteps were close behind me. What was going to happen when he catches me? What happened to sheba and my nephews? While all these thought were going through my head something grabs the back of my shirt and spins me.






My eyes meet those same icy blue eyes. He smiles when he lifts up my arm to see that same nasty word he carved into my arm years ago. I had to live my whole life with this word on me. When I thought it was going to go away, it didn't. Just left a scar. Everytime I looked down at the scar. It would only remind me of Oswald.







"Hm... it fading." Oswald said reaching behind in his back pocket. "Let me help you with that." Oswald suddenly pulls out a knife. My eyes widen as I try to get away. Oswald holds me down as I start to tear up. "O-oswald please, d-don't do t-this, p-please." I let out little sobs.





Oswald presses the knife down drawing some blood. My heart raced fast as I prayed someone would come and save me. My hope quickly vanished as the knife cutted through my skin.  I let out a loud piercing scream as Oswald started to carve the word into my arm again. "STOP, *sob* STOP PLEASE!!" I yell out.







Blood spilled from my arm into the brown carpet. I hear him laugh insanely at my pain as he carved deeper. The pain and my screams of agony seem to last for ever. Oswald soon pulls out the knife and I collapse to my knees and let out sobs. Warm red liquid flowed from my arm. I felt pain physically, mentally, and emotionally at this point.




The word was he carved years ago what more visible and clear. I shakily look at my arm and read the word out with a little whisper.




"Pathetic."

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