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A TruthA TruthA Truth by Elsilrac
Three words. Only three words.
They were scrawled messily on torn piece of scrap paper and they looked like running mascara. I ran my fingers over them, smearing them, making them bleed onto my thumb. They threatened me in the dark of my room, but I knew when the sun rose and morning poured in, cheerfully painting my walls, their importance would crumble like a vampire in sunlight. But now only grey moonlight clung to my walls, covering everything in ink. And as I heard him ascend the stairs, I wondered if I should have listened to the melodramatic words, and left this house before my father came home. Too late now, I guess.
I shoved the note under my pillow and pretended to be asleep.
He didn't waste time knocking. The door exploded open, and the thin, sour stench of vomit and whisky and his electric anger invaded my room. I held my breath, and buried my nose in the blankets.
It did not matter what he said, or at what volume he said
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I was vaguely aware of Secora and Kannahs efforts to remove the dog, but I was more focused on retrieving my pistol from my right-had pocket. I was lucky the little beastie had bitten my weaker left arm. I felt the frosty metal of my gun under my fingertips, and I grabbed it in desperation. As I did so, the dogs grip increased like an evil crescendo in my symphony of torture. I roared in surprise and torment. I wonder how Evildeeds felt when she spied my pistol radiating with deadly intent. I wonder if she felt anything when she saw my right index finger pull the trigger and when she heard her dog yowl in misery before plummeting to the ground releasing my arm in the process. I hope I hurt her more than one thousand daggers tipped with neurotoxin ever could. I hope having lemon juice rubbed into an open wound would seem like paradise after what I had just done.
I tried to act quickly. After recovering from the aftershock of the first shock, I clutched the gun
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I sat silently as I waited for Dr. E.Deeds to return with her miracle drug. There was no way I was going to die at the ripe old age of seventeen...She had to have been lying to me. I glanced around the small cluttered office, first at the X-rays of human skulls (one of which was upside down) and then at the empty, sterile looking white walls where diplomas and certificates should have hung. There was no way this hormonally challenged woman was a real doctor, and even if she was there must have been some mistake. My headaches were only mild at worst...
A few moments later, I heard loud, malevolent snickering coming from a nearby room. My heart jumped in my chest at the hollow echoes of that bitter sound. What in God's name could that woman have been doing? I took a deep breath, and tried to sit still even though I was pretty sure I didn't want my "doctor" to treat me anymore.
Finally, Dr.E.Deeds sauntered into the room, carrying what looked