Ready:Shoot;Scream

Ready:Shoot;Scream

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TW: Violence, depression, suicide, SH. Reader discresion is adviced. Please do not read if you're currently in a bad place and think this could cause you further harm. (This story was originally written and revised in 2015) Imagine waking up everyday, feeling empty inside, like there's a huge hole in your soul. Now, imagine feeling unloved and lied to, left behind and alone. Lastly, imagine you putting a gun to your head and pulling the trigger, a bit of blood splatters onto the wall beside you. Welcome to The In-between, the empty, vacant space of your lies and truths. While you're reading this; If you or anyone you know is depressed or suicidal or selfharming, please get help. With just a quick google search you can get any kind of help for these kinds of things, no matter the situation, or contact your hospital or school or a friend or family or anyone, because you're not alone. For the well-being of you and your loved ones, please get help. I know these hardships from experience.
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╰┈➤ ❝ [I stood there in unequivocal revelation, the lagging pain slowly catching up with me, but before I could release a fraction of the pain into my screaming, a bell rang, and suddenly, pilfered from my body was the ability to move. My face neutral and my muscles disabled as I fell face-first into the hard, scathing rock that lay unmoved before me.] 》* 。 • ˚ ˚ ˛ * 。° 。 • ˚《 Imagine awakening in an environment you deemed unfamiliar, your back thrumming in pain, with your mind staying clear of how you ended up there or simply the moments that lead to your position. You try to find a way out and later realize that you can't even remember who you are; your memories purged, your identity unknown. It takes you a good amount of time, pain, and effort, and eventually you manage to gather tiny fragments of who you were along with the trauma of how you retrieved it, but it's okay, maybe it's all worth it as you finally make contact with another person. Turns out she was your best friend. Finally, it looks like all is turning up until you learn of all the inhumane things you've done in your past, things that evade your newfound morals, things that were so detrimental to society that when you hear the reason as to why you've been enduring such agony, you understand why. How many people did you even end up hurting? What did you do that was so bad, that it made millions wish the absolute worst of you? What will you do now?

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