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10: Truth Or Dare?

ASHTON

Chore day. The day that my ability to look past all the dirt and grime that’s built up to a point of having to face it. My pile of muddy, now extremely stiff clothes from my midnight stroll through the woods is still crumpled up on the floor. My sheets are smudged with mud. The surfaces and ledges within the small room have a thick layer of dust coating them. And I’m in desperate need of a shower.

It takes several minutes to get my body to work. There’s times I wish this place was a legit asylum. I wouldn’t be responsible for my own laundry or being trusted to be alone in a bathroom with a razorblade…well, I’ve just recently gained that trust back.

I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. The bruise is deep purple and matches the size of the demon’s fist. My modest wardrobe keeps it hidden from view, but that doesn’t mean I don’t feel it everytime I move my arm.

If I think chores stop at my door, I’m greatly mistaken. Winston stalks me within the house. I hear her pass by my
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