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You saw your life passing you by in time-lapse, as if someone was winding on a VHS tape. You saw your friends, your family, your loved ones. Your first time at school seemed so happy now, compared to your future life. The time you spent with Leslie seemed so short; you wished you had visited him more often at the hospitals. Then you saw the years you were with Ruben. You admitted that this only had become possible because Jimenez didn’t have enough time and forgot you couldn’t leave on your own. You stayed definitely longer than a couple of years at the Victoriano Estate. You saw yourself and your team running through that maze yo

Your small body quaked like a leaf as you crawled into one of the open air vents. In your tiny hands, you clutched a plushie you won at the Prize Corner that same day. You were gripping it like it was your lifeline. Tears bubbled in your eyes as you tried to be still and as quiet as possible. You NEVER meant for this to happen! All you did was come back inside for your plush [favorite animatronic]. Your mother, rather than come back into the pizzeria and help you find it, thought it'd only take you five minutes to retrieve it. Surprisingly, the doors were unlocked and so you went in. As expected, your little [f/a] was sitting right on one o

“Tell me who did it!” “We didn’t do it!”   A bloodcurdling scream echoed in the abandoned warehouse, bouncing on the walls and floor and making it seem like a horror movie or game.   “Now Waylon, do you really want to cause your sister more pain?” “Don’t listen to him, Waylon! Stick to your guns!” “I wouldn’t be too quick to say that, (y/n), given that you have a gun to your head.” (y/n) did have someone putting a pistol against her head, threating to shoot her. However the knife to Waylon’s neck was more important to her. “Listen to me, you sick ps

    Sorrow. Pain. Sadness. Loss of innocence. No one that age should ever have to feel these things. Its unfair. Its plain wrong, but there you sat feelings all these things. A whirlpool of dreadful emotions in your head, wondering why the world was so cruel. You were only 8, you should be playing outside, laughing, smiling, and enjoying every second of every day. You shouldn't even worry about life yet, it had barley even started, no child should be left alone in their room every night sobbing wanting the yelling to stop.    You lived in a small house 1 bathroom 2 bedrooms; the smallest one being given to you. The wallpaper was peeling and

    It has been a week since Jack has been here, he has probably learned more about yourself than the other way round. You have completely submerged him into the daily routine of the school and he seems to have the hang of it. You were telling him a story about a camping trip gone wrong when a bear came and almost knocked over your tent, your hand gestures exaggerated and eyes wide as you tried to get him to laugh. You liked seeing him smile. It was rare but a nice treat when it did happen. As you wrapped up the story you were not paying attention to the halls around you and had bumped into a girl, "Oh, sorry!" You quickly said your face turn

*Warning Strong Language and slight sexual themes Say My Name ~ Destiny's Child ___________________________________________________________________________________________________ Any other day I would call, you would say, "Baby, how's your day?" But today, it ain't the same Every other word is "Uh huh", "Yeah, okay" Could it be that you are at the crib with another lady If you took it there First of all let me say I am not the one to sit around and be played So prove yourself to me I'm the girl that you claim Why don't you say the things That you said to me yesterday _________________________________________________________________________

A bird twittered loudly outside. You grabbed a nearby pillow and lazily threw it at the window. "Damn birds..." Your limp arms prop themselves up as you look at your clock. The blurry numbers read '8:00'. You rub your eyes shockingly. "It's only 8? Why the hell am I up?" You land on your soft cushions and close your eyes in annoyance. You flip and turn, but to no avail. After about 30 minutes of trying to go back to sleep, you decide to get up and actually be useful. You trudge downstairs and make your way into the kitchen. "I'll make breakfast simple today... Maybe just some pancakes and a fruit salad. Also some toasted bread if I have th