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{Reader’s POV}        Photo after photo of Jack filled the computer screen, the scrollbar appearing tiny due to the sheer number of them as I slowly scrolled through the file. Some featured Jack wearing his mask while others had it removed, showing his eyeless sockets and razor-sharp teeth. On impulse I changed the settings so the photos were arranged by date, and the thumbnails instantly rearranged so the oldest were at the top. Arranged chronologically, I could slowly start to see a story unfold.         At first, Jack was defiant. The very first photo showed him unconscious in the back of the pickup truck, duct tape covering his m

She’s laughing, her voice grating, annoying, it makes his blood boil and all he wants to do is shove that stupid cigarette down her throat, even if her hideous mask is in the way. He knows now why Jeff seems to despise her so much, she’s manipulative and get’s under other people’s business. But he sure as hell isn't going to let her, especially her, foil his plans. He isn't stupid; he’s the smartest of them all. “What? Is this a joke to you?” BEN hisses out, levitates closer to her as she scoots to the side and pats the now free space for him to sit down, he doesn't even think about it, he’s no

Part 2 ~ Sky’s POV I blink my eyes open to find myself in a large, warm bed. I don’t feel any pain. I sit up slowly, taking in my neatly bandaged body. I am wearing a soft t-shirt that is way too big for me. I swing my legs over the edge of the bed after peeling the covers off of me. The floor feels nice. I stand slowly, using the bed as a support. When I stand the t-shirt falls down past my knees. The neck line of the shirt catches on my right shoulder and completely exposes my left shoulder. I rub my eyes, making my way to the door leading out of the room. I am still a little tired. I open the door and walk out the room slow

we cant all say life is a waste a waste of good space? i can but i put it as if i have taste life is but a mere race it could be long and graced or short and paced but my life is just not there anymore its been erased all of it has been replaced for me once again i say life is laced with distaste and and unpleasant haste now you know maybe life shouldn't be..a race because when you get to the end you might not be happy and feel like such a waste of space when your not, your loved no matter how many names you're called how many times you get pushed or shoved just remember don't rush life weather it be with recklessness or a knife maybe i

The crash downstairs barely registers in his brain as his eyes flutter open and the darkness of the room caught him off guard. For one, he isn't somewhere he knows to hold familiar and he finds himself in a rather comfortable object. He tries to move and notes that he is tangled in bed sheets and it’s too hot for his comfort. His hair is in the way and the only light illuminating the room is that of the red numbers displayed on the alarm clock of the room. And so, he struggles to get up, because not only had he just woken up but beds and pillows were better for sleeping that being inside computers. He ought to get one someday, and with

Chapter 5 I woke up early in the next morning before the sun had rose and I dressed up, leaving Vegeta's mother's house. I went to Vegeta's house and I saw bow with arrows hanging on the wall so I took them, heading to the forest. Most of the animals were moving at the night time when it was more harder to hunt them, but I trusted on my ears and sounds. I sat down in covered spot and waited. Soon I heard familiar sounds what surely were rabbit's jumping sounds. I rose on my knees closing my eyes, focusing only hearing it. When everything seemed to lock on their places, I draw a bow and released the arrow and it hit on it's target. It still