Alfred's Death

Alfred's Death

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WpMetadataReadMatureComplete Tue, Nov 5, 201924m
Alex clutched the phone tight, his knuckles going white. Then he dropped it. It clattered to the floor breaking. He fell to his knees curling up, his tail even curling behind him. He was dead, his brother was dead. He had killed himself, he had hung himself with a fucking belt. Alex knew he was going to die in his lifetime, he thought he wouldn't care, he thought he wouldn't be affected. But here he was curled up on a sidewalk having a panic attack.
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I was suppose to have been dead according to my headstone. As you can see though, that's not the case at all. I was murdered by an insane mad man, or werewolf if you want to be a prick. I don't want love or family, or anything of the sorts. Every breath I take, every moment that I'm walking this earth, every time I shoot down a worthless dog, is so I can come that much closer to killing him. I'm Alex and this my mission, my vendetta

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