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Sept 14, 2019 3:00:29 GMT -6
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Post by Knight on Sept 14, 2019 3:00:29 GMT -6
A loud buzz greets the inmate who was confined to a chair. The air was cold, but the door let in a wave of heat. It intensifies to the point where sweat began to form and the shivering was due to fear.
A female entered the room to look at the inmate. She was furious at him.
The inmate smirked. "So, you just figured out that I lied."
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Sept 14, 2019 3:14:33 GMT -6
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Post by Knight on Sept 14, 2019 3:14:33 GMT -6
CHAPTER ONE: January 1st, 2017
It was New Years Day, and Quinton was up at 1:00am waiting for his girlfriend to come over. He was alone in the living room.
3:00am
Quinton was still alone.
5:00am
Quinton had fallen asleep.
7:00pm
Quinton had slept the entire day away and he noticed a card on the table. It was in his girlfriend's hand writting.
It read:
"I'm sorry Quinton, I wish I could do this without hurting you. In fact, I know it is terrible of me. However, I have been cheating and I don't want to pretend to love you. My heart just belongs to someone else. You can hate me all you want, I deserve it. I ditched you last night for him. I want to be happy, and if you love me then you'll let me be happy. Don't try to win me back. I'm sorry, -Allie"
Quinton was pale and stiff. He just didn't move. He read the card over and over again. He just stayed stationary and decided it was useless to get up. He eventually broke down crying.
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Sept 15, 2019 23:36:22 GMT -6
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Post by Knight on Sept 15, 2019 23:36:22 GMT -6
Chapter 2: March 30th, 2017
Quinton took his antidepressants from the Pharmacy. He walked outside in the snow. A blizzard was coming, and Quinton had no car.
The area was so white and mysterious.
Quinton oddly didn't feel anything.
A horse could be heard. It was stampeding.
It got closer.
Very close.
The heart beat mimiced the speed of the horse.
A man was riding the horse and the horse stops in front of Quinton. "Sir, you must be freezing! Let's get you warm!" He offers his hand.
Quinton was desparate so he took his hand.
The man helped him up on the horse. "My name is Sir Eric."
Quinton fingerspelled his name.
"Oh dear, I do not understand what you are doing. I'm just going to call you Red, because of your clothing."
Quinton then tried to draw his name.
"Hmmm..." Eric looked. "I do not know how to pronounce that, so I'll call you Q." Eric then looked at the horse. "We should get going."
The horse runs.
In a matter of time, they reach a cabin in a wooded area.
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