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Sometimes I give myself the creeps. #WWoM [MA RP]

- though he'd never admit it. But he was the only person I had left; the only one I trusted. It was time to go home]


- left on the first place. I didn't want to cause him any more trouble, and I knew he'd be better off without me in the picture, even -


- my brother, and hell, I hated asking him for help and always dragging him into my trouble, which was one of the reasons why I had -


- I had been trying to convince myself not to do it, but I just couldn't think of anything better. I needed @ReticentBarrel. I needed -


- disgusting. As I dragged myself out of the bar, I decided it was time for me to go home. I was into some deep shit. Big, big trouble. -


- was even dirtier than usual today. I did my best to ignore how my ribs were showing underneath my skin. It was disgusting. I looked -


- only to find more bruises and cuts on my torso; there was a pretty big cut across my stomach, which was probably the reason why my shirt -


- couldn't even remember how. A lot of things seemed blurry from these past long months I had been away from home. I lifted up my shirt -


- jet black hair almost hidden under it, except for the part which almost covered my eyes. I had lost my jacket a while ago, and I -


- bloodshot eyes. I hadn't slept or eaten in days. A black beanie was the only thing I had to protect myself from the cold, my greasy -


- where I almost looked sick. I had lost a lot of weight; my cheeks were hollow and my lips chapped. There were dark circles under my -


- front of me, still surprised at how much my appearance had changed in these months. My skin was even paler than usual, to the point -


- moment, trying to hold on to whatever was near, I finally stood up, my legs shaking. I stared at my reflection in the old mirrors in -


- before I fell to my knees and threw up, coughing loudly. I couldn't remember the last time I had actually eaten something. After a -


- bathroom, ignoring the barman yelling at me that I had to buy something before using it. I didn't even have time to get to a stall -


- pressed over my the fresh blood stain in my shirt, right over my stomach. I rushed into the first bar I found and hurried to the -


- find out I had been punched there, too. Coughing, I slowly started walking towards the main street and out of the alley, my hands -


- managed to stand up from the cold dirty floor of the alley I was in, I could feel my legs were sore, too. I clenched my jaw, only to -


- hell I was. I tried to sit up after a moment, only to groan out in pain as I felt a sharp ache on my rib cage and head. When I finally -


[As I felt the first rays of sunshine on my close lids, I opened my eyes slowly and blinked a few times, trying to remember where the -


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