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If I use other people's stories I'll make sure to put their account names on it.
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THIS IS NOT KLANCE, I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT IT IS I JUST WROTE IT AT LIKE SEVEN or was it five? IN THE MORNING AND I DONT KNOW WHY I KEPT GOING.
SO, it started with instagram, i will show you the post and person i replied to here-
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But here is what i wrote~
expecally when its really fuckin late like 7 am or some shit meaning you can NOT go in the kitchen or you will be murdered in cold blood and your parents wont give two shits that they just killed you they'll just shove your body under the house just like they did with the dog except for the fact that the dog got down there its self and died none of your family members will question where you went because they already know based on the gunshot they heard. Not even the police will know because your dad knows how to clean up blood, and even though the neighbors heard gunshots they had also killed an animal recently so they leave with that information and your disappearance is a mystery but nobody actually cares that much because nobody liked you anyways, you had zero friends so nobody missed you at all, nobody even noticed you were gone. You're soul was trapped though because the crime was never found until years later, after your parents had already passed away, after your sibling moved out and started their own lives, when they demolished the house and found your bones underneath, a clear hole straight through your skull. Finally your soul is released, but your angry, angry that your parents never suffered what they deserved to suffer through. They didnt go to jail for their crimes, they lived out their lives got to meet their grandchildren and died of natural causes. They find out that it was you by pulling your teeth and running the dna.
News gets out that you were finally found, years later, most everyone had already forgotten you. You're fueral is held, people from all over coming, people from your school, online friends, everyone who you ever talked to showed up. You were cremated, because your sister knew that is what you would have wanted, some of your ashes were spread out in the river near your old school, the rest split between your siblings in small vases, where they were then kept in their homes, as a way to keep your spirit happy. But you were angry. Angry that they never went to the police, angry because you knew they knew, angry because all you ever wanted was a happy family and you never got it. Never. Because even your siblings arent happy, you can see that. And the anger slowly fades away as you watch them grow old. And one by one they pass, you greeting them the moment they do, leading them to the next sibling until each one has passed away. You all move together, leaving the world behind as you finally pass over. But you saw your parents the moment you passed, the anger washing back over you. You stared at eachother, they looked terrified, you, you looked livid. Glancing around you see all your siblings standing by your side, glares of their own aimed at your parents. But all you did was push past them, tripping one in the process, and taking in the beauty around you. You were still angry, but that couldn't compare to the happyness of finally being free.
YES IT IS SHORT BUT I MEAN I WROTE THAT FOR AN INSTAGRAM COMMENT. I HONESTLY DONT KNOW WHAT WAS GOING THROUGH MY HEAD
