PREVIOUSLY known as Sixteen Reasons
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El Día De Ayer - Yesterday
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Perfect life's aren't always requited...
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Warning: okay this is for sensitive readers who don't like the dark parts within the book So read at your own risk.
Also I've been looking for people to help me it the Translations other languages like Italian, Japanese, German without using Google so DM me if ur legit to help out guys.
*It would make my world if you did*
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CHAPTER TEN PART ONE
If life was not so tragic maybe everyone won't be broken.
Questions :ever thought of stopping this addition?
"Is that even a question " , Xavier stares blankly at the therapist. His eyes pierced through the man who stares back with just a genuine smile.
The atmosphere in the room was thick, suffocating any connection for just some reason this wasn't a boy who cries wolf.
Mr Giovanni was sure he could pierce through Xavier's hard wall , it was simple just when the kids doctor gave him only prescribed papers of his disorder.
"Let me be specific are you afraid to loose control."
A long pause on Xavier's side and Mr Giovanni knew he found his way to break Xavier's defensive wall.
After call his blackouts were quite hard to rule through.
Everyone has their own secrets to keep, so choice of words has to be accurate or you might spill out an error that wasn't supposed to be said.
The real question is simple what makes him loose control?
*FLASHBACK*
"Please I didn't mean t- AH!" Another snap clicks as blood pour out of the guys finger. His screams were vivid and teary . No mercy was shown with only brute force shears from Xavier's will.
He felt no pity after all five fingers he snapped to his victim. He felt a slight of pleasure but his whole selfless emotion felt empty.
Three more snaps and the victim wails, Xavier's got bored and tired. He sighs and places his tool on the zinc tray his gray shirt and black jeans reeked blood. Face splattered the dried droplets of blood including his bruised knuckles.
