2015, December 17th
My back lies against an old tree and my eyes only see my breath and the snow falling from the sky. My hands are shaking with blood on them, I hold onto my wounds so they don't bleed out but there's no use in stopping the blood from flowing. A man shot me and he sure as hell didn't miss, I don't understand why he did what he did.
I feel my vision fading to nothing but Darkness, I now welcome death with my arms out to greet it.
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the voice on the radio(discontinued)
FanfictionA sinister, cheery voice can be heard on the radio wreaking havoc on those he encounters. He has never felt any remorse or True emotion but things can change especially once he meets you. ____________________________________________________________...
