Familial ties to the devil

Familial ties to the devil

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This is a dumb little story. It's all about my lame life. My family is sad, pathetic really. Betty is insane. Mike is hormonal for a grown man. My friends are stoners and grade A bitches. Me? I'm just trash. Everything was really good for me and then my grandfather died. I forgot what family was. I left. I came back. I'm not even me. Everything bores me and no one is interesting. Yet I'm still "me". My skin crawls at the thought that people can't notice I'm a shell. I'm moody, bitchy, and mad a lot. People still love me. How sad... Disclaimer: nothing in here is factual this is something I'm making up. The story will have a plot. The charters will be developed. It's basically a coming of age basic teen book. Lemme know if it doesn't suck.
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They had both been dealt enough tragedy in their short teenaged lives, more than anyone should ever have to endure. Will two self destructive teens coming together do more harm than good? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I don't know what came over me. The poor guy just asked if he could help and I went all 'crazy psycho bitch' on his ass. I couldn't breath. I needed water. I needed air. Fuck why was is it so hot in here. Was it the fact that the moment his hand left my skin I felt an unbearable need to feel his touch again or was it hearing him ask if I needed help that made me feel helpless and broken once again. I didn't know what it was but I felt like I was suffocating, like the jersey I was wearing was strangling every ounce of oxygen from body. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ * This story had been reviewed recently. There are now added scenes and further edits - 2024 *

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