- Chapter 29 -

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𝙿𝚂: 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙿𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚃𝙰𝙸𝙽𝚂 𝚅𝙸𝙾𝙻𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴
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𝙿𝚂: 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙿𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚃𝙰𝙸𝙽𝚂 𝚅𝙸𝙾𝙻𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴♡︎•♡︎

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The empty sidewalk was illuminated by the street lights surrounding you.

There was only about two days left until the Halloween fest.
And lately you had gone many sleepless nights, just walking around the empty streets near your house.
Your sleep schedule had somehow completely changed since you spent the night at the Miya twins house.

"At least i don't have those awful nigjtmares about mom anymore..."
you thought as you continued down the empty sidewalk.

You had just turned the corner, and stumbled into the park.

You sighed.
"I always seem to come back to this stupud park."
You headed towards the empty swing set.

However, before you sat on the swings, you felt yourself hesitate.
Something wasn't right.
You could feel it in your gut, someone else was here with you.

"Osamu? No, it doesn't feel like it's him."
you thought.

You didn't even know how to explain the feeling, but something told you that the unsettling feeling in your stomach was not because of Osamu.

You started scanning your surroundings, your heart beating fast.

Suddenly you felt someone yank you hair from behind you.

"ACK!"
you shrieked as you felt the person cover your mouth with their hand.

"What the fuck? What the fuck?! Holy shit."
You could feel your heart beating faster and faster in your chest.

Whoever it was, had managed to grip your hands tightly, making it impossible for you to move.
How were they so strong?

"Aren't you a sweet little thing..."
You heard a raspy voice whisper into your ear.

"THAT SOUNDS LIKE AN GROWN MAN. No, no, no. I'm screwed."
Anxiety started overwhelming your mind as you realized what was happening.
Whoever this was, obviously had no good intentions with you.

"Did I actually bump into a kidnapper?!"
you wondered, as you desperately tried to break free from their grasp.

"I wouldn't resist if I were you. I have a pocket knife, I won't hesitate to slit your throat."
The man said in an angry whisper.

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