Waiting to die

Waiting to die

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A little preview: Life is to short, were am I, OMG what is that. Am... I in hell, AH........ How did I get here. Did I die? I'm only 14. IVE ALWAYS Been a Christian I just stoped! I should've still believed. she always told me to, but he took her away from me. I prayed every night I prayed; If your real god let my mother live, but she didn't. I should have remembered that all things happen for a reason . I see a tall black scary creature, he cuts my stomach in a direct angle. I scream so.. Hard, I feel my organs falling out, he repitevely is saying I am your Demond I am your demond. The only solution I can think Of is to pray. I pray out my mind begging and pleading. I see a bright yellow figure reach out Its a shape of a hand and it lifts me up and puts me in my bed and I wake up. Hell is no place you want to be.
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My life has always been terrible. I was always bullied at school. I don't know why, it just seemed that people didn't like my presence. The guys would beat me up and I'd get in trouble when I defended myself, for the teachers never saw what they did. The girls would trick me, making me think they liked me and laughing at me because of it. I was always in the principle's office for one reason or another, but I wasn't a bad student. I actually got really good grades. To make matters worse, my mother wanted nothing to do with me. She'd lock me in the basement, sometimes for days, with no food or warmth. My father would then sneak down and beat me before raping me. So, naturally, I wanted to die. But, for some reason, I can't die. No matter what I do, I can't stay dead. The thing I want more than anything is far out of my reach. Why can't I just die? Warning: mention of rape, suicide, and abuse. Also, this is a boy's love story.

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