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By: Victoria Robertson This story is about a 14 year old girl Ivory Winkla, who loves creepypastas, and gets her wish! To meet them but it comes with a price.....being a victom of depression, anxiety, insomnia, physical parental abuse, bulling, and suicidal thoughts and actions ect the price a wasn't to big, she would enjoy giving this one up. ...They say suicide doesn't get rid of pain it just gives it to someone else. But not that I care but, there has never been anyone there for me or even around me for support, or at the least someone to pass my pain onto so win win!... ...His harsh touches were like dominos. My mom's departure was the first hard push till it knocked down... ...I fastened the Hangmans noose around my neck. Tightened and breathed my last deep breath... ...I tied the noose tail to the tree and stood up on a stump... ...stump below my feet rolled... ..."TOBY?"...
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Her name was Gabriella Quintanilla. She was a senior in high school during this time. She had the looks, all the boys, the popularity, the clothes, and even the grades. And in no way was she ignorant of any of these things--quite the opposite. She knew that she was above average in most categories of life, and had no problem reminding people repeatedly of that fact. I'm not going to lie---I didn't like her. Not at all. To be completely honest, I threatened to kill her with my bare hands. And the scary thing is, I meant it. I wanted her to die. I imagined dark fantasies of the light fading from her eyes right before my own, her pleading for me to spare her life. And in my fantasies, I wouldn't listen and I didn't care. She had tortured me for five years and I was utterly and simply sick of it all. Sick of her. My animosity towards Gabriella was no secret among my peers. Not many people liked her, so it's not like I stood alone on the concept. However I was the only one who voiced a threat. THE threat. The threat that got me on a suspect list in some cop's notepad. They want to know if I killed her. If they knew the whole story, would they blame me if I did? ©Copyright Timara M. Lewis 2013

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