And Then There Was Nothing. {discontinued}

This story is discontinued and I'll never write in it again. However, if you'd like to read what's left of it, you are more than welcome to do so.

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I've made a lot of mistakes. Unfixable ones. Right now, I could be in jail, an orphanage (yeah, as if they'd accept me. Definitely not after last time)... or a mental hospital. I'm a criminal. I've gone insane. The things I've done in my seventeen years of life... Well, most people don't do nearly as much in their entire life. Despite the fact that I could be doing a million things right now, I sat on that cold, worn out bench anyway. I didn't want to attempt to clean up my messes. I had came back to the bench where it all started, and that's where I'll stay.

At least for now.

And then, when there's nothing,

I'll run.
[trigger warnings]