The Cursed Necklace

The Cursed Necklace

this is a true story I added a little bit of extra stuff to make this more interesting the necklace is true its the truth necklace its been in the family for years and years

published on October 11, 2018not completed

Rage mode

Rage mode
I delicately slice the side of my arm and then wipe up the blood. One Mistake. One cut. No one knows I do this but I keep is a secret. I’ve been doing this since I was five, why my dad started drinking. Even though he hurt me when he was drunk I still loved him. It’s been two weeks since he passed. I regret telling Ella and Maia about what happened to my dad, I still have little mark he gave me when he gave me the necklace. A tiny dot in the middle of my right back hand. I’m going to wait for Ella to use the bathroom, then I will get my revenge, that’s when I wake up on the bathroom floor. Weird t thought same place I fell when I got hauled of to the nurses office. But my hand doesn’t smell like butt this time.after a bit Ella walks into the bathroom
and I tackle her I put some of my blood from earlier on my arm, and put the knife in her hand and knock her out. I run out screaming.
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