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It's me your author

Call me RiRi heheh

Btww I found all the pictures and the characters pfp from Pinterest so credits to the artist who created these beauties idk if there's like an oc here in the pics idk

But yeah! Credits to them

I do not own any of the pictures that you'll see here

Unless if is say it's mine

But yeah most of it aren't mine

Honestly I didn't write a script thingy for this story

I'll just go with the floor while writing this

BTW this is my first chat story

So uhm yeah that's about it

Buh bye

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Dear. Diary 6 years had already passed. Time passes by so quick. I've gotten used to seeing weird things every day already. I learned to just ignore whatever those things are. Currently, 16 still following what that therapist told me. 'Just write out everything . On a notebook' never worked. But I still continue to write like what I'm doing right now. Which is useless. Any who. My matter of speech changed from what my brother said. What those that even mean? I always talked like this. But enough about that, I just moved to another town with mom and my brother this town is so dull. But at least I'm finally away from those horrible people back there at my old place. I'm honestly not looking forward for this year. It'll be the same as usual. For example 1. I'll do something weird and people would avoid me because of it thinking I'm some weirdo. Seriously. It's not my fault there's this weird black thing roaming around me getting close to me for no reason from time to time. But who cares. I'm used to it now. But I hate it when it gets so close for no reason. Maybe I am a weirdo. I'm not normal. I'll never be a normal person

What am I saying.

I already know that

.. That's enough for today

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+he closed his diary and drifted off to sleep. As he was asleep he suddenly felt heavy something was holding his throat tight he couldn't breathe he then gasped as he woke up panting catching his breath. He calmed down and sighed as he leaned on the wall by his bed+

+he stood up stumbling slightly as he walked down to the kitchen. To grab a cup of water and some sleeping pills+

+he swallowed the pills as he chugged down the water. And washed his face+

+he went back upstairs to his room and Layed on his bed. Staring at thr ceiling+

(.. It's there. Isn't it huh, crap I feel sick)

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Uhm RiRi where's the other part I thought this was supposed to be a long episode?

Uhm. OK!

I didn't get a wink of sleep that very night.

I hate when these happen.

I just hope it'll be over.

Sooner

Or later

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+he sat up from bed and stretched a bit. He couldn't sleep even if he was really exhausted and sleepy. While going downstairs the black thing still kept on following him as usual. Once he got down his little brother bumped into him+

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(weird. We just moved here recently. Why is big brother Xein keep on going out so much? Maybe he has an old friend that lives here? Did he made a new friend? Argh. No clue but.. I rarely see his face now since we moved here. What in the world is he onto.)

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+His mother sighed as she put a hand on his shoulder+

+she sighed once again massaging her temples+

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+after eating His mom was now washing the dishes+

+Alain laid on the couch staring blankly at thr TV. He wondered about his big brother again. And again. He was real suspicious. He then looked out the window the view was dull gloomy looking everyone outside seemed bored or focused on only one thing or whatsoever+

+he got up form the couch and decided to take a walk around the city+

+once he step foot outside he was met with the towns cold Breeze. He proceeds to walk and take a look around. Everything was so dull colored+

+there are a few people walking around. Some jogging some walking their dog. And only a few cars passing by. Suddenly. My vision was getting blurry and just when I knew it I fell down on the concrete ground+

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+it was dark real dark. I can't open my eyes. For some reason the thing I was laying on was soft and comfortable. It was definitely not thr concrete or thr grass or wherever my body laid when I was unconscious. I could hear muffled voices into the room very unfamiliar ones. Definitely. "is he dead?" "are you an idiot you can clearly see he's breathing." I then finally managed opened my eyes to see two guys stood Infront of me in bed.+

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