How I Killed My Best Friend

How I Killed My Best Friend

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I guess it's obvious, yeah... I murdered someone. I physically inflicted someone until they literally could not handle any more pain. But you know already, that someone was my best friend. I've kind of come to term with this, I admit it's hard or maybe uncomfortable. But I did. And I can't blame anyone else because I went against the rules. I didn't follow the code. 'Everyone' is the group, the name got lost somewhere in 2015, people are very aware we exist, maybe they even fear us. I don't know. But I fear us. I fear it more than the monsters inside my head. They changed me. Somehow, I fought against everything I once stood for or neglected anything I had ever cared about. I cut my hair, cut my skin and got on with life. Not that livings a virtue...
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(H20Delirious X Fem. Reader) "wιll we вe ғree?" I asked He smiled, thats what I'm after. The smile on his face and sound of his laughter. "we wιll вe ғree тogeтнer! yoυ and мe!" He answered ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Being an orphan, you don't have a lot of experience's or happy memories. Especially if your orphanage uses you for human experiments. The pain...the agony- the screams of the other kids I once called friends and played with...all gone and replaced with despair. Only teddy could keep me company and keep me sane. Till one day, a new boy was brought in and he was strange. But he interested the kids, even the scientists. He was placed in my room and he never spoke a word to anyone. He would wake up in the middle of the night and gasp for air like if there never was any. But he was my friend. Things changed and a few years later, the orphanage was attacked. Two people came in and killed the scientists but spared the children. While making an attempt to escape, I was caught by the remaining scientists and taken away. The screams of my friend echoing behind me as I tried to escape... Such a waste as I became strong and have long forgotten those memories. But side effects came with the experiments they played with. Y/N is the name and being psychotic is my game. Don't try to catch me cause I can read you like a book in a grand library. Secrets are never kept when the walls an objects around you speak your truth... ╭⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯╮ First Published: June 25, 2021

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