I Wish There Was Some One In My House......

Chapter 1: Where are you?....

    It had been months since Sans had broken into my house and fucked me senselessly. I was feeling......

Lonely.

There was a hole in my heart as well as my ass. God his dick was so big.

No one else ever showed me attention like that. My mom has always been an unloving, greedy, selfish whore. She even tried to sell me for drugs once! And my Dad went out for milk 10 years ago. My mom is a crazy bitch. I don't blame him for leaving her ass.

Oh well.

I wanted Sans to come back. I NEEDED him to come back. I never stopped hopeing. I had started shoveing one of my mom's many beer bottles up my coochie but even that didn't fill the gapping hole. Even the flower I had gotten from him that I had tended to every. single. day. was dying just like my hope of him coming back.

I was always known as a "slut". Yes I did sleep around with boys but that was out of boredom. After I met Sans everything changed.

My heart of stone fluttered everytime I thought of him. He had warmed it right up only so he could crush it slowly. After that I stopped sleeping with people for about a month. Then I couldn't wait any longer. I started sleeping with anyone hoping that they could keep me satisfied.

But. It didn't work.

All I could think about was him. His dry bones, his glowing blue eye. I felt sick doing it with others while I still loved him but I justified it with he's not coming back. Just like my dad.