Fatal Hollows

Fatal Hollows

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"Please don't cry." My stomach twist and turns as if it were a cyclone. I try to push away the hot tears. "You don't understand" I tell him, "and you never will." "I can try," he says putting his arm on my shoulder, I wince from the pain. The bruises and cuts on my shoulder are sensitive to the slightest touch. "Do you not understand!?" I shout, "I'm different from everyone else! I don't even know what I am. How could you possibly understand this!" I throw my gym bag on the asphalt. " let me help you." He pleads. I began to walk away but I feel his hands on my arm, he pulls me towards him. I scream in pain. He pulls up my sweatshirt to reveal my bruises. "Are you being abused?" He asks flatly. This causes my heart to fall. I wish! I always knew I was different, but just how different was the answer I am looking for. Death marks the hour, tick Tok, tick Tok. As I sleep into the madness of the Fatal Hollows. The horrid looks on the faces of the people who shriek with great agony
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