SEEK TO FIND

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This is actually a story about... Me! 

I lost Bunny for years, couldn't find her. No clue where she went... Just out cold. 

Then, the PTSD started to arise.All Rights Reserved

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I've always had a feeling that I would die young. Ever since I started pondering on deaths door I've had this feeling. I could care less about the hell and heaven shenanigans, but death. I want it. The end of my life. I want to be in my suit, in my coffin, in the ground and my soul to be gone. I've been waiting for 16 years, yet no sign of death opening his door no matter how many times I ring his doorbell. Yeah, I enjoy thinking about my end. Especially at moments like this... *** #1 physical #1 cuteguys #1 addiction #2 self-esteem *** Started: 7 November 2022 Finished: 18 April 2024

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The average human being spends every second of his day fighting against the force of nature to see another day. But I'm different. I'm not afraid of outside forces to take my life away - only myself. Approximately 10 years ago, something happened to me. Something really bad. But I'm not allowed to talk about it. As a way to release my frustration, I give hell to my body and everyone I come in contact with - especially my parents. No one knows about what happened except the ones who did it...and Him. But he didn't stay. Now, he's back and he's not talking either. I want to stop hurting, I need to stop. Make me stop.

⚠️WARNING ⚠️ This story can be upsetting to some. please follow the graphic content warning of this story. This particular story deals with issues such as mental health, self-harm, and trauma. If these things hit too close to home for you, please read with caution, or move to another story. Jenna ends up on the run, with little to her name. Many townspeople blamed her for the vicious murder of Henry. Rumors spread that she had gone savage, returning to the olden days of devouring her prey. Dinner? Jenna had a deep hunger. One so devouring and feverish that nothing could contain it. Until She met Henry. His sweet naivety filled Jenna with joy. At least that was what he thought. Lover? The little town of Jameston, didn't approve of this intermingling of species. It was unnatural! A rooster and a fox? That was like playing with fire. Everyone soon feared a devouring would happen. Lover...and Dinner...? Who says A fox in the hen house is all that bad?

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I'm falling... Falling, helplessly and inevitably; completely at the mercy of the forces dragging me down. Having to trust in an entity's blind intentions and praying to God that they won't let me hit the ground. It's an incredible and horrifying feeling. A feeling that I live for. And I have realized that having something to live for makes you all the more scared of dying. (Constant uploads, and even more editing to older uploads)

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