When This Night Passes

When This Night Passes

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When Jayne Owl is framed for her brother's murder, she begins her journey away from society as she runs from the authorities. Little does the world know, the true identity of the killer is her hunter-- and she is his prey. While trying to cope with the loss of her brother, alongside her addiction problems, she struggles to stay alive. Understanding the dire situation at hand, she has to make difficult choices, ones that will change her fate forever or perhaps end it. Will she survive her fight or will she succumb to the terror of her past? She is the only one who can decide. --- With intense themes of violence, drug abuse, abuse, assault, suicidal themes, and other mature themes; I advise all readers to take caution when reading this story. This is a tale of horror, recovery, and mental illness. Consume with your own caution and viewers discretion is advised. --- All rights reserved. I own and created the entirety of this project, including any written works, artwork, and titles.
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Paranoia... has become my constant companion. Ahh... Danny, what've you gotten yourself into? Thought I was doing something... thought I was gonna get better. Turns out it was all for nothing. I knew I'd be here again. Rock bottom's the only place for real pieces of shit like us... Like me. All that self-improvement didn't mean shit... Or I guess it did, or I wouldn't be here right now... Trying to fill those shoes, re-paint that grim portrait that haunted me... and I did, made everyone proud, even you mom... But it won't mean anything if I die out here. I thought those jumbled remnants of thoughts were the pull of my former self in a disassosiative amnesia from the drugs... Guess it was the pull of a much more treacherous force. I wish I could've lived my fantasy out and been happy.... At least you were, while it lasted. "Times almost up, they'll be here soon." TRIGGER WARNINGS: Crude humor, Illicit drug use, Drug overdose, loss of a child, suicide, bullying, traumatic events, Mature themes, graphic violence, death.

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