A/N:
Heyyo. Sorry for not posting in a while, I've run out of interesting ideas for this part of the story, but believe me, the next chapter will be better. This is just an omake- style chapter. Nothing fancy. Just posting something to make sure that I'm not going to stop writing this!
Uhm. Have fun!
Comment/Like/Vote/Enjoy!
.-*-.-*-.-*-.-*-.-*-.-*-.-*-.-*-.-*-.-*-.-*-.-*-.-*-.-*-.-*-.-*-.-*-.-*-.
Chapter 7a:
I stared at the ceiling of my room from my bed. My hands were shaking like crazy. I shut my eyes, curled up into a ball. Well....At least Chase didn’t kill him....? I yelled, frustrated in not finding any way to brighten the situation. UGH! I JUST WANT TO PUNCH A WALL OR SOMETHING!
I feel like dying right now.
I feel so guilty. Why didn’t I drag him to the hospital anyways? I shouldn’t have listened to him...
I pulled and tugged at my hair forcefully, my teeth gritting together.
Oh my God I’m so messed up.
My eyes burst open; I froze for a second, before clawing at the mark on my neck. I want out. I can’t do this anymore. I felt my skin peel, I didn’t stop scratching. I can’t be like this anymore... No... Not after what happened today... I stared at my fingers, the nails dug so deep into my neck they drew blood. I scare myself sometimes, you know...?
I scare myself badly. I don’t think I’m going to go to school on Monday...
ВЫ ЧИТАЕТЕ
/Coded .:On Hold until I can think up something good:.
РазноеThere is a teenage boy named Xavier Hernandez, who seems quite normal at first. He does okay in school, he does everything a regular guy would. Oh, except for the fact that he's in a gang. Maybe that's why he has a barcode tattoo on his neck... ON H...
