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Third Segment

by Pastelsky and chocopretzels |
Tags   angst   sliceoflife   originalcharacter   depression   | Report Content

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They threw me into a car.


I was eating a fruit before they came.

They forced me to get up.

But I did nothing wrong.

Again.

 

 

 

I am inside a car.

 

That guy is sitting in front of me.

That girl is sitting behind me.

Those people are sitting beside me.

I'm actually being brought out.

Am I that special?

 

 

 

Those people dropped us off in that new house.

 

It's smaller than the older one;

It has less people compared to the first one.

That means there are less people like me.

I hate it.

 

 

 

There are more of those people in this house.

 

But those people have brighter smiles.

Those people have lighter touches.

Those people have softer voices.

But they are all fake.

Absolutely fake.

It is worse here. 

 

 

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splash  on says:
Wow. Gold. Pure gold! I'll be waiting for your next update. :)

creamson  on says about chapter 1:
Hi,
I just want to say how the first chapter stirred different emotions from me. I couldn't place them--even name what among those emotions override the others.
But I'll be waiting for these 'segments'.

Thank you for this.

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