The word crosses her mind with a flash.
It weakens her mind, destroys it, until her last piece of sanity is barely visible among the thick swirls of misery.
Alone.
The shadows of the night only seem to get more vigorous after each day, after each night.
Blake was alone.
The light at the end of the hallway was no longer existent, and the demons could no longer be contained.
It was getting harder and harder to keep the tears from spilling.
Charlie was dead.
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I hope you all enjoy my story, idk WHY I made it so depressing, but I just wanted too, haha. Please so hate.
THANKS!
Elliot Jensen and Elliot Fintry have a lot in common. They share the same name, the same house, the same school, oh and they hate each other but, as they will quickly learn, there is a fine line between love and hate.