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I never win first place, don't support the team, I can't take directions,  my socks are never clean, teachers dated me, my parents hated me, I am always in a fight 'cause I can't do nothing right, everyday I have a war against the mirror, can't take the person staring at me, I'm a hazard to myself, don't let me get me, I am my own worse enemy, it's bad when you annoy yourself, so irrating, don't want to be my friend no more
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My house shown in my eye sight as the headlights hit the windows of my house.

I had a stressful sigh before getting out of the car, with the plastic bag in my hand.

I tried to walk in confidently as possible, holding my breath, my screams. I just want to turn into the fuckin monster my father was, smashing things, throwing things, everywhere. But I didn't and only waited till I got grasp of Henry before walking up the old stairs, possibly for the few last times.

We directly walked into my room, locking the door and setting everything up.

My heart pattered sitting on my bed, waiting for a reaction, a response...something

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Hey girl, open the walls and play with your dolls, we'll be a perfect family, when you walk away is when we really play, you don't hear me when I say, "mom, please wake up, dad's with a slut and your son is cannabis" no one ever listens, the wall paper glistens, don't let them see what goes down in the kitchen
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Whispers roamed down the hall and into my room after the wait, a chilling feeling down my spine.

"Coming to play? Coming to play? Coming to play? Coming to play?..." The voice whispered.

"Fucker! Let's play!" I said before glancing at Henry, who gave me a soft smile and then went into a more serious look. I kissed him on the cheek before grabbing the flashlight when the lights immediately turned off.

My confidence was still high as I looked around the room with my flashlight with Henry beside me.

"Come on bitch!" I yelled in in- patience.

A horrid scratching on my wall as if it was nails on a chalkboard screamed in my ears, making me wince.

"Mommy wouldn't play unfair like that! No, no, no, no!" The voice whined.

I looked at Henry with a dirty look.

Are we really fighting a little child?

"No...no, we can't play unfair, can't have it!" The voice yelled as things were being knocked over violently, glass breaking loudly, a temperature dropping in the room.

The truth was here, we aren't alone.

I tried walking over to my lightswitch, but a horrid scream came from Henry. I turned my head and flashlight towards him.

He was on the ground, his arm in a wierd way, making me gag. I walked over and kneeled on the opposite side.

"H.. Henry! Are you okay?!" I said, trying to not react to all the Gore and blood gushing out of his body. I leaned in and froze, not knowing what to do in general.

"Mine!" The voice said, before my eyes Henry was pulled away like nothing and the tourchured screams stayed with me as I screamed myself. I stood up as quickly as possible to chase after him but the door slammed with him outside of it and no matter how hard I pulled on the knob. It never even budged.

"Ready to play fairly!?" The little girl said with a bit of anger.

I fully lost hope. I can't go back though, in it to win it...right? I open the locket of the necklace before tearing up and replying with, " yes...we shall play."

"Great!" The voice replied with.

This fucking game is here.