He's still taunting me. I have no idea where he's gone, but he's always been good at tormenting me even when I'm alone. “You don't get to do that,” I choke. “You don’t get to win. I win. Not you.” My hand trembles violently as I glower at him, a tear slipping free and trailing down my cheek. He always got angry when I cried. Could never understand why he made me so sad. Don't you love me, pipsqueak? “No,” I sneer. “I hate you.” You don't mean that. “I HATE YOU!” I scream with all my might, feeling my face rush with blood and my chest crack open. I smash the gun's tip into the glass, right
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