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Don't forget about me

Don't forget about me

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Jan 26, 2022
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Action and Thriller
//TW: Rape, Language, Sensitive topics and Smut// The flames were swallowing my room as I was frozen in place in the middle, "SCOTT" I screamed again and again wishing he were here to save me as I cried. My door was open and I watched in agony as scott ran past my room "NO NO NO" I continued to wail suddenly interrupted by this unimaginable pain spreading up my legs, I looked down to see my pants ingulfed in flames as I screamed in pain falling to my knees as everthing went black.
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When I was born, the hospital my mother was in caught fire. She didn't make it due to severe burns, so I was put in a foster home. I suffer from dyslexia and ADHD, but also a curse. Wherever I go, fire follows. My first foster house burned down and three people died, the second one burned and this time, no one died. By the fifth foster home, I was a danger to others and I wasn't allowed in a house with other children. It was as if the world had cursed me to always destroy others, to kill, and to take. I never wanted to go to a new home, I tried to stay away, tried to seclude myself, but a boy with chocolate brown eyes and a leather jacket decided he wouldn't let me.

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