Heart for Hate
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Last published Mon, Feb 17, 2014
One car crash. One murder. One fire. That’s all it took to ruin my life. I often ask myself why do I need to suffer further? Why should I put up with all this anymore? What’s left for me on this disgusting, fucked up Earth? Because surely I'm damned to hell or what anyone calls it these days. I have been through so much and I am what any normal person would call broken. I don't have a mother nor father anymore and the one person that kept me sane during those depressed months where I wasn't able to get out of bed and face the next day is also gone. So in this life, what do I care? I haven't got anything to lose. It's all been forced out of my grasp already. I've decided that the best course of path is to just stay here in this darkness and let my body rot. Bring it on God. See if you can take anything away from me now.
This is the first book of the Locetsun Trilogy. Please enjoy.
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I woke up in a dark alley with cuts and bruises all over my body. Where the hell am I ? and who am I ? then I remember. My name is jake and I am the waist of a space creature in earth by my siblings, classmets words My brother is the oldest first child, he's great at sports and decent at studies. He also very hot. My parents of course loves him and spoils him. My sister who's the middle child, Shes a big tiktoker and the popular girl in school. Of course my parents love her very much and spoil her much. she always bully me gets me in trouble and pulls bad pranks on me and makes nasty videos about me to humiliates me online. And then theres me the average little child. Everyone had high hopes for me but when they found out I had nothing special they forgot about me never cared for me nor spend time or money with me. They hated me. At school everyone made fun of me and bully me for being the unspecial unloved ugly weird kid out of my family. My brother and sister knows about it but never did anything. Currently as I was walking I got robbed by two people then beat me up and left me. I forced myself to stand as each of my body parts hurt like hell then I check my phone to see it was 1 am with no calls from anyone as expected. I started to limp forward crossing the road I hear a sound I look to my left to see a small thing coming at me. As it got closer I saw it was a truck before I can even dodge it hit me hard. Then everything fade to black.
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