Dreaming Dead
Prologue
~Prologue~
'I hate my life' Eighteen year old Ricky Strife thought to himself again for the fifteenth time that day.
'I don't belong here. I'm awkward around other people. I should talk more, but no one ever seems to listen. I'm dark, I'm morbid, I'm lonely. Every day of
my life brings me one step closer to the great inevitable. I don't know, maybe I SHOULD be dead. I mean, it's not like my mortal existence is benefiting anyone.
I don't have any friends, any family. I'm all alone in this world. This dark, bleak, infinite, meaningless world...
...I wish I were dead...'
'I hate my life' Eighteen year old Ricky Strife thought to himself again for the fifteenth time that day.
'I don't belong here. I'm awkward around other people. I should talk more, but no one ever seems to listen. I'm dark, I'm morbid, I'm lonely. Every day of
my life brings me one step closer to the great inevitable. I don't know, maybe I SHOULD be dead. I mean, it's not like my mortal existence is benefiting anyone.
I don't have any friends, any family. I'm all alone in this world. This dark, bleak, infinite, meaningless world...
...I wish I were dead...'
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Warning: Next chapter will contain a (thankfully brief) rape scene. You have been warned