Help me Please

Help me Please

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Fri, Jan 23, 2015
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My name is Chance Loss. You know my name really symbolic to my life. What hand on my vacation with my parents and my older brother Neiver. Neiver Loss. The night I woke up late to head to the bathroom. It was quiet too quiet. Usually mom and dad are up watching a movie. When I head to the living room, I see blood on the floor and on the walls. It's a scene of a sudden and horrific blood in the room. I feel a sudden chill, and it's not the blood. I take a look at the patio. The see though glass door open, I got out on the patio and see Neiver. He's drinking white wine and have that sinister smile on his face. I look at his hand and see a knife. Did he? "All my problems are over. Now with you Chance." I got scared and back away. "But I won't kill you. I'll torture you like hell on earth. Brother." He looks at me with that smile on his face still. I got so scared and run off. Weeks pass. Living in the basement and haven't had a shower. All chained up and never ate since last week.
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