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LIFE
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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, May 6, 2018
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Her breath formed a cold cloud as she let out shallow breaths. Her heart sounded louder in her ears, throbbing out of her neck, feet, arms and everywhere else. If it weren't for the sizable nail that caught her foot as she ran earlier, she would've probably made it out through the east wing window. However it was all too painful to move without making a sound. She hid in the cabinet, placing all her weight on one foot as she looked through the thin crack that formed between the doors which never closed entirely. A deeper darkness had begun to dawn around the room followed by the unsettling silence that engulfed everything in its path. Deep down she knew nothing could hide her away from it. From her. The thing could smell the blood that dripped off her foot and splattered on the soft, dusty floor of the old wooden closet. She watched the shadow that stood behind the door. It shifted away carrying the darkness with it as it did. After some moments she let her bleeding foot fall back onto the ground as she slowly limped out of the closed space and into the open room. Her dark hair matted onto her sweaty skin as she whipped her head side to side the fear that buildup like a brick that bounced at the pit of her stomach. Momentarily, she felt a sense of relief as she quickly moved across the room to the foggy window, attempting to pry it open. But that hope quickly got swept away and so did she, by the dark claws of the unknown. It grabbed the sides of her face and pulled her back into the closet before a scream left her lips, with a force that shut the closet doors with a thundering smack. Dust rose and fell elegantly back onto the ground and furniture as if all went back to the way it were. With silence dawning once again. COMING SOON...
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" this all is your fucking fault" all of a sudden I was slammed against my locker,towering over me was my arch enemy 'Sam the Dam'. My head was pounding against the hard surface,I hissed in pain glaring straight to him. He was fuming with anger like a predator ready to attack his prey. He stretched his right hand to grab my neck and placed the left one on my shoulder to keep me still. He lowered his chin to my ear and snarled "you are fucking dead 'Meth' ,if I have a slightest clue of your involvement in this shit, I will hunt you down till your last breath". I was choking on air and my vision was a blur ,for a while I thought I was going to die .Mustering all the courage that I could have found, I yanked him away from me. Mean while I was gasping for the air, that dickhead had his usual cocky smirk. I aimed at him and broke his nose ,blood oozing in droplets" want to mess with me Sammy! , first of all clear your own shit, you son of a bitch! "with that I punched hard-on his lower abdomen while he was still holding his bleeding nose, I left the locker room with a sense of victory. Two competent boxers who can't stand each other for a moment without insulting.... Ultimately fall in love. Man*man gay romance leave if you are homophobic.

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