Recluse (Reconstructing)
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Formerly called My Teacher, My Gangster
Blood... There's too much blood.... on her hand, her skirt, her flats. She heard panting behind her. The person's ice cold breath brushing on her neck. Her head jolted to the left meeting eyes that were swollen shut and stream of angry red pouring down from a head that was bashed open. "Die," it whispered. Cold hands clutched around her neck, choking her. She couldn't breathe. She kicked and thrashed, she tried to get free from the suffocating hold around her neck.
"Please... no... please," she wheezed out. "I'm sorry."
Tears formed at the corner of her eyes then slowly trailed down her cheeks, but the grip on her neck only got tighter.
"HELP, HELP ME," she screamed.
"EUNJI," it was a distant voice. "Eunji wake up."
Her eyes darted open connecting to a familiar set of orbs.
L.JOE
Foreword
AUTHOR'S NOTE: It's been a while... like 4 years, I think. Well, I just so happen to remember this story and my account for that matter and I decided that I want to rebuild it. I was young when I wrote this story and GOD I can't even read it. I'm too embarassed.. like how did this story gain 2000 subs??? It makes me cringe every time I read it! WELL, that's why I came back!! I am going to fix this story and I'm going to make it better! So, please stick around and witness my (hopefully) improved story-telling skills.
THANK YOU TO THE 2000+ SUBSCRIBERS! YA'LL ARE AWESOME!
****** big thank u 2 playmymusic 4 making me the awesome poster XD
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