AmyStrange & the Criminal
(Part 1: the Escape)
                              Copyright © 2019 by David P. Ayotte
THIS BOOK IS NOT FOR CHILDREN
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CHAPTER 1: WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 15th

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     When I woke up, there was blood   
everywhere, but I didn’t care, because 
that video had stopped. I was so happy,
I almost screamed, but then it started 
up again, and I just didn’t know what  
else to do. I fell to the floor, and   
just started crying.                   
     It’s not that I didn’t deserve it.
Fuck, I deserved way worse than this,  
like having every last fucking one of  
my fantasies done to me, instead of    
others.                                
     That was beginning to sound better
and better, as every time that video   
started up, it also got a little darker
and a little harder to make sense of   
what was going on. I even began to won-
der where the hell I was.              
     As the day turned into night, that
video started up one more time, and I  
could feel myself wanting to laugh.    
     That scared the holy, fucking,    
living shit out of me, because even    
through all that foggy Darkness, I     
could tell my mind was getting ready to
shift.                                 
     I was beginning to like it.       
     I had to stop this now, before I  
lost control again, but how? I tried to
think, but the only thing I could re-  
member was hitting myself. I knew that 
wasn’t gonna do it, because I’d proba- 
bly just end up killing myself, and    
that’s when the answer hit me.         
     At that point, I could understand 
why someone would want to kill them-   
selves. It’s the only way to get that  
shit out of your head.                 
     Some people, that I’ve talked to  
about all this, have told me outright, 
that’s what I should’ve done. Good     
riddance to bad trash, they told me.   
The world would be a way better place  
with one less piece of shit, like me,  
around.                                
     One of them even tried to help me 
along by dropping a fifty-pound rock on
my head.                               
     Maybe they’re right, but at the   
time, when I thought suicide was the   
only solution, that’s when the Darkness
lightened up a little. It wasn’t a lot,
and lasted for only a few seconds, but 
it was enough.                         
     It felt like I was coming out of a
dark, underwater cave, and that’s when 
an even better solution came to me, and
the Darkness lightened up even more.   
     I never felt so much relief in all
my life, and that’s when I did scream. 
I was so happy, because that video had 
also stopped playing, but I couldn’t   
forget Scratches. This was something I 
had to do for her. Not for me, but for 
her. It was the better solution.       



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CHAPTER 1: WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 15th
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