How To Self Destruct?

How To Self Destruct?

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I pace around the waiting room of the hospital as Jakira was sitting down shaking her leg nervously. The hospital was busy as nurses were running around like chickens with their heads cut off. People in stretchers were coming in and out as well, as Melanie and Alexis finally arrived. "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO MY SISTER DYLAND!" Melanie screams at me as she sprints toward me attacking me. "You fucking murderer!" She snaps as she grabs my hair pulling on it as Alexis tries to grab her off of me. "He didn't kill her!" Jakira tries to tell Melanie but she wasn't listening as her eyes were swollen from crying. I grab her arms pulling them to her sides and hugging her. "I'm sorry Melanie." I tell her as she calms down for a second before pushing me off of her. What happens when a man neglects his responsibilities? Or when he finds it hard to control his impulses? Or when he starts to loathe himself and others? All it takes is one bad day but no one ever pays attention to the weeks or months it took to get you there. Now. Observe as Dyland's life slowly self destructs right before your very eyes. By- @JamesWoodro on Wattpad Warning- Book contains violence, sexual content, assault, strong language, Gore, death, and the usage of drugs.
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A complete blackout had occurred to me while I lay down almost lifeless at the school's hallway. The smell of blood, the sight of blood made my cries heavier. Their laughter as they walked away, leaving me all alone at the hallway to die. I slowly lifted up an arm from the floor and slowly touched my head in fear. I looked at my bloody palm and my heaving fastened. I was going to die. I knew I was. All this didn't stop me. Dying over and over again because of his Victim game still didn't stop me. "I'm really stupid for still loving you after what you did to me. I thought I was like the special girl you ever met but it hurts when I realize I'm just like every girl you had to screw. I'm just like every girl you had to break up with after you were done with them. It was Freya, Hillary and some other girls who keep glaring at me anytime they see me and now I'm next. Do you have fun torturing other girls just because they like you?" I became a hateful Victim. NB: Contains Mature Themes & Strong Language Rated 18+ Book 1 of the Victim Games

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