A New Game (EDITING)
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Last published Mon, May 6, 2019
It's been about a month since everything has happened. I'm a completely new person than I was before the game. Everything's been normal, its almost as if nothing has happened. But I can't shake the feeling that something is about to happen. Something awful.
!!!Warning: this book contains; domestic abuse, substance abuse, eating disorders, mental disorders (PTSD, Anxiety, Depression, etc), suicide/suicide attempts, and abusive relationships.
Reader digression is advised!!!
THIS WORK IS CURRENTLY IN THE PROSSES OF BEING EDITED
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The last three years have been the hardest. At least before he didn't have to smell a certain blonde neighbor as he fed on the blood substitute. Now though as he opened the box under his bed and was teasingly reminded that he was down to his last supplemental bag for the month with two days left until September, he was taunted. Sometimes he did wonder what it would be like; to taste real blood. Warm. Rich. Satisfying as he would grab at blond hair to pry open more space so he could sink his teeth deep- -He tore through the little preexisting "open here" tab at the top of the bag in his hands. His only sustenance for the next 2 days is light as a feather. His fangs extended as he prepared to drink. The noise he made was shameful and monstrous, and exactly why he only did this when his mother wasn't in the house. He couldn't let her see him so burdened, so animalistic. The bag was miserably empty, and Izuku tossed it away the same way he wished he could toss away his need for blood. It smacked against the furthest wall with an unsatisfactory clatter, falling to the floor and laying there. Izuku was sure if it had a tongue of its own it would be sticking it out at him. Izuku sighed breathlessly.
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