The death √(0w0)√

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THERE IS BAD STUFF LIKE GORE.

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I got up my (skin color) covered in old and new bruises and cuts. They should hurt but I don't feel it anymore. Pain is just another routine for me. My (body shape) doesn't feel a thing, but my mind its torture. I wish I could escape. Or just get away. Something to ease my mind other than pain. Maybe I should run to the woods. No, they would file a report then beat me until I'm covered in bruises. Schools the only way I can go out and get some type of freedom everyone is nice except a few who are just too popular for me. I'm glad (sister name) graduated she's just a sugar baby now. "(Y/n) get your ass down here and clean the dishes." I always do the chores " yes,( moms name)." I heard her whisper under her breath ungrateful bitch.
{ Time skip bc its just chores and school classes. Nothing really happens. She gets hit by her family leaving bruises.}
I shut the bathroom door locking it so my family won't bother me. Even though it's in my room. I put my ( h/c) in a bun ( if hairs too short it's pulled back with an (f/c) headband.) I soaked my (s/c) in the warm water. My new wounds burning. " ahhhhhhh." I heard screaming coming from the kitchen I guess its (family's names) looking at a mouse or something. We do live in an old home. "Heeeelp" I heard crashing I started getting worried. I got out and dried my body off. And I put on the clothes I bought ( clothes socks are black and red).

 And I put on the clothes I bought ( clothes socks are black and red)

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I grabbed my hunting knife that I found to cut myself with

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I grabbed my hunting knife that I found to cut myself with. And protection in case things get too rough. I walked out into my room slowly stocking words the hallway which I crept down walking down the stairs and walking to the kitchen I saw blood. But no body. Then I walked into the back yard. My family dead and a guy in a hockey mask and a guy in a jumpsuit. Who was fighting a guy he was shorter than them but still tall af. They were fighting him together. They killed the guy. Which also made them realize I was here. Which they both look at me. And I also see other people dead and there was a guy with a burnt face and a guy wearing a human looking face there were many more but I was too scared and screamed holding my knife and trying to shrink into a ball. They started walking towards me.


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