Since I've been here, 3 girls have disappeared. One through the window, a suicide, and two others to the random opening of the ceiling. Pity one of them hasn't been me. Death is an improvement over this hole where I am caged with 6 angry, starved girls and no Chaz. But seriously, whoever kidnapped me is such a bitch. Like, who does that? Ugh. I look over to the blonde girl's bunk, where Mercedes is talking to her. She's quite an outgoing one. They're laughing, talking, and look like they're having a good time. I see my new friends point to me. Those little sluts. I'm prettier anyways. I roll my eyes at my life and lay down, closing my eyes and wallowing in my misery. I just want my boyfriend back. As soon as I close my eyes, I hear a window opening. "Shit." I whisper, knowing It is coming. I close my eyes tightly and wish for everything to be over already, for my torturous life to be put to an end.
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I open my eyes hesitantly, wondering why I'm still in the cabin. My bunk is the closest to the ceiling window, I should be dead right now. I don't know whether to feel relieved or pissed off. I'm leaning towards the latter.
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Our Stay With It
Comédie8 girls, 1 cabin, and a shit ton of drama. Sometimes she would ask herself why. Why was there desire in her cold black heart, but no movement in her dying body? She should just do the deed for herself and end her miserable existence. But her conscie...
