Chapter Eight

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Darth's POV

I woke up this morning to another night terror. It was probably the worst one yet. At this point I was regretting having to go to school. That Malcolm guy from yesterday I was regretting the most. I hope that we don't have another encounter, but with my luck that won't happen.

Eating breakfast I noticed all of the suicides that were apparently taking place in my town. If anyone should kill themselves it should be me. I don't understand how these perfect people can just give up their perfect lives. "Hey!" My druggie mom called me to her.

"What do you want ma?" I ask her with annoyance in my voice.

"Who R yooooou? aieeeee dint call ou I called Jermy!"

"Ma, Jermy isn't here anymore. you should know you got rid of him."

"Well good. I'm glad he's gone."

I bite my tongue to stop myself from hitting my messed up mother. "Bye mom!"

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