I was never the same after my mother passed away, since my dad was deeply in love with my mother he, got really upset and now all he does is sleep and drink alcohol. I was laying in my bed one night, just staring at the ceiling when I heard a gun shot. I ran downstairs to see my dads lifeless body on the floor 'He killed himself...' I thought I stepped over to him and picked up the gun and went upstairs 'I got to get out of here, I don't want to live with her' my thoughts where interrupted by the sound of the door opening our next door neighbors had the key to our house just in case of something gone wrong... I quickly packed a bag just full of stuff like my phone and some clothes and crawled out the window...
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Hey guys I would just like to say sorry this chapter is short and comment if you want this to be a Creepypasta or like a sad story or a mystery just comment below please :) ~Angel
