There are pigeons all over the street, but where do they go when they die?
*TRIGGER WARNING*
mentions of suicide, self harm, abuse, murder, death, gore, homophobia, alcoholism, suicide, ptsd, rape, schizophrenia, paranoia, etc. just don't read this if your sensitive!
I will try to update as much as possible, after all I have no social life, as you can probably tell by reading this:). I doubt anyone is going to read this. just say there are some references from band I like, just saying
Emmy's life is going just as she'd planned: She's living in her own apartment, dancing every day and is just leaps away from being named her company's next Prima ballerina. And she's only 17. But all of Emmy's plans come to a screeching halt when the FBI shows up at her door to let her know that she's being stalked by a serial killer. Suddenly, the safe, insulated world she created for herself is riddled with violence, fear...and a growing pile of dead bodies. At first Emmy wants nothing more than to forget her chilling new reality - but her admirer isn't finished with her yet, and before she knows it, Emmy's stuck in a nightmare she can't dance her way out of.
Content and/or trigger warning: This story contains detailed scenes of murder, rape, torture, sex and stalking, which may be triggering for some readers.
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