thank you?
After I watched him walk to his room I went to the bathroom, and grabbed the knife I always hid under the sink. I started to cut. Why dose this happen to me? Why dose everyone hate me? Why doesn't anyone help? Why doesn't anybody hear me? Why don't they listen? By about my sixth cut I remembered. I don't have my costume made. I went back to my room(after bandaging my arm a bit)and got my supplies. I made fake horns and painted them an orange-red then attached them to a black hoodie. I put on my hood with horns, skinny jeans and black converse. I need something different, but what? I thought of the perfect thing I then took off to the garage. Once I grabbed the item I painted a black sun on it.(1. It's my favorite color 2. It was the last color I had) I looked at myself again in the mirror. People will know it's me. What to use? I then went on a search through the house not letting go of the sledge hammer that I had. After searching I gave up. I can't go if anyone can tell it's me. I got to my room and on my bed sat a mask just a plain mask(top pic). It's perfect I thought as I put it on. I went back to the bathroom cleaned up my bruises and scares then looked at myself in a mirror. I looked terrific, but...wait...who put this hear? Oh well who ever put it here...thanks?
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