Unfortunate Dewy

Unfortunate Dewy

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, May 21, 2017
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Romance
""Please, put it down. Do you truly want to do this?" i gasp out, my died blond hair falling into my grassy green eyes. I'm sure makeup is smeared down my puffy red cheeks. It was hard not to cry. My boyfriend of a full two years was laying there, shot, bleeding out. There is seven of us in the small science room. One of the being Hunter Davis, my old childhood friend; and he had a gun pointed right at me. Shaking as tears streamed down his own rd puffed cheeks." Dewy Mcloughlin, a cheerleader, popular, beautiful, blond. Now none of those. We will see how it all unfolds. How she becomes bind, how she watched many kids die from her old best friend. We will see how her and many of the students that were locked in the room with her that fateful day.. Die, or live from the hands of awkward, depressed, loser, Hunter Davis. ***WORNING*** This book will have mature content. including goor, swearing, sexual content, self harm, depression, and a lot of time of the characters talking and reliving all of this. So if any of that makes you squirm or uncomfortable.. Please don't read if you don't like any of them.
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Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Please don't! No, don't do it please! No, please, I am begging! Not again please. They didn't listen. They didn't. They kept on doing it over, over and over again. They were like a blood-curdling spoilt alarm clock signal repeating itself endlessly. There was actually no end. My tired baggy eyes slowly fluttered open. Everywhere was moving in a gradual wobbly pace. I felt dizzy. My head was banging and banging relentlessly like a popcorn machine. Nauseating flashes of familiar faces covered up in grisly blood popped up in my terrified mind. I immediately gagged as a result. My stomach churned as the flashes slowly became more vivid. "Oh, you're awake? That good for you" A deep, yet falsely gentle, voice pierced through my turmoil. "Care for another round?' he said giving me a sinister smirk. "No please. I can't take it anymore! Just kill me please!" I said while wet flow of tears ran through my cheeks. Warning : This book may contain suicidal thoughts, torture scenes, trauma, gore, bloody scenes and lots of deaths.

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