13 parts Complete "Her blood was beautiful, just like her."
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Emily has decided she has nothing to live for, which was unusual for a seventeen year old to most people.
Her dad, gone. Mom, left. After her brother died she pushed herself away from her friends, so that was out of the question, not that she cared.
She refused to kill herself. But if by chance a semi hit her she'd be okay with it.
She always considered herself alone, but not lonely. But a psychotic murderous clown says otherwise.
[Laughing;Jack^Fan;Fiction]
(Excuse the mistakes if any)