A few months had passed and I was finally able to leave that f*cking hospital. Actually, a few months is an understatement. I was there few 4 years! The thing is, my leg had healed but because the doctors kept abusing me and harming me, I had to stay there for longer. Man, I hated that place. At least I was able to leave. I also had lots of visits from that strange man in the black suit and the man with the white hoodie. Plus, lots of other strange people came to visit. One had a clock for an eye and I was so scared. But, lets get back to the present.
Sorry that this chapter is so short. I had written at least 300 words or so, saved, and went to read another story. Once I had finished, I came back to this one and all there was were the words "Chapter 3". I was so mad! So, I am really, really sorry that this chapter is short and I will try to make the next one even longer.
Vixie, out! (^.^)
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Why Won't You Play With Me?
HorreurYou have a normal life in America. Or do you? Not everything is as it seems... ❗Warning❗ Contains swearing
