Derranged
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Last published Fri, Aug 16, 2024
TW‼️: mentions of abuse, drug abuse, addiction, SH, SA, rape and mental health issues, and family issues(ik it's a lot)
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"You're fucking crazy" Mac said, leaving his room, his sister following behind
"Are you using again??" she asked, following him, trying to meet his eyes.
"Are you?" He shot back, turning around
"You don't get to ask me that, I'm an adult you're in highschool Mac" she said, crossing her arms.
"You're just like mom you know that?" He asked, scoffing, "You're a fucking hypocritical piece of sh-" He was interrupted by a harsh slap, Mila looked at him, her chest heaving.
"Don't you dare compare me to her,- I practically raised you" she said, her voice raising, "You're fucking deranged." she said, turning back to look through his room.
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This stoey revolves around two siblings, Mila and Mac, who live with their dad and little sister. They grew up poor, being woken up in the middle of the night to go to drug deals, and just got used to it. Mac and Mila try to survive and keep each other alive, killing themselves in the process.
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