Ten Steps
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Three years ago, I wrote a letter. Three years ago, I made a promise. I promised myself that I would get better, that I wouldn't go back to that place. A place where I was trapped in my own mind, surrounded by little more than my own demons and bad memories. I broke that promise. So here I stand, wondering what went wrong, praying that someone will save me, as I stare down at the ten steps that lie between me and my death. ******************************************** May contain upsetting scenes. Highest ranking: #252 Horror Copyright © BlackWingedDevil, 2016 All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher. The right of BlackWingedDevil to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted by her in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act, 1988.
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Walking into an empty house is normal to me. I guess I got tired of saying 'I'm home' when nobody is home to reply. It wasn't always like this. I remember when our family was close. Now we don't see each other any more. We don't talk to each other. We don't eat with each other. We don't ACKNOWLEDGE each other. This all happened after my 'Mother' killed herself. My father blames me. This is my story about how I learned to not count on anyone else but myself. I'm broken. I'm used. No one can fix me. But when the New Boy in town tries to fix me, everything will change. Good change or Bad change, I don't know. Only time will tell. I want to enter this story in the #Wattys2015 please help me out and vote and comment on my story. I'll really appreciate it!!! #Wattys2015 COPYRIGHTED © 2014 BY Anallely ALL RIGHTS RESERVED ®

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