My phone is broke and this is done on a very small spare. Excuse any errors and the length.
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I see things now.
There's a tall man in the woods with my dead brother- and what can I do about it?
I sit on the park bench and look as they watch me from the trees, the taunting, dark trees.
I would roll my eyes and walk off, not wanting anything to do with my mind- or myself.
I would go to the public bathroom to make myself look approachable on the morning, doing the same this morning.
My cheeks were uglily scarred with the remnants of the fight- and the remnants of what I did to myself.
The remnants of my family stood before that mirror- only I deserved what they got, and not the other way around.
Some druggie walked into the bathroom behind me, smoking a cigarette that hid something more beneath the paper.
"Hey kid- join in or get out." His harsh, croaky voice garbled and so I walked towards the exit- only for a bottle to be smashed at my feet making me jump.
"Pussy.." he murmured as I carried on walking.
YOU ARE READING
The story you thought you knew...
FanfictionYou thought you knew my story. Everyone did. Sure, you got some things right.. but you never really knew me. -- The other stories about Jeff all talk about how psychotic he is, well almost all of them. So I want to write this. Hope you like it!!
