[ TT ] `` Everyone here is running from something . Me ? I 'm ... ''

Everyone here is running from something 
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 I ca n't escape this feeling. Feeling. What a strange word. I've never felt anything in my entire life. Let me elaborate. Growing up, my mother and father were nothing to me, they were my tools, I knew that they would defend me no matter what. When I was seven years old I was at a birthday party. I was sitting across from the birthday boy, envious of the gifts that his parent's had procured for him. Not many kids were invited to the party and most of the parents had gone anyways. It was a darker, gloomy day. It was the type of day that made you feel depressed and want to stay inside. It had rained a bit before the party, but it was n't too wet. The parents were serving the other kids cake, and at that time I decided to get up and use the bathroom. I respectfully asked the birthday boy's parents where the bathroom was and they told me where it was. As I walked inside their mansion of a house, I noticed a dog, curled up, sleeping. If I recall correctly, it's breed was a York Terrier. I went over to pet it, because that's what curious seven year old kids tend to do. I put my hand on it's head, waking it up. It's eyes opened slowly, it's expression slowly changing from satisfactory peace to aggressive. It moved it head lighting fast, biting and latching on to my forearm. I tried to shake him off but I could n't. I could n't even yell for help. I began to hit it, beating it with my free hand. I could feel the dog loosen it's grip until it finally let go, but that was n't enough for me, no. I grabbed it's neck with both my hands and I squeezed as hard as I could, watching as the dog's eyes bulged out of it's face, struggling to escape my grasp, wheezing. It tried to bite me again but it did n't matter at this point. I did n't release my grip until it stopped struggling and just... went limp. What was the word I was talking about before? Feeling. I did n't feel anything after that. No remorse. No happiness. Nothing. *I am broken*. The deep, vast, emptiness that is my heart felt nothing. 
 So yeah, everyone here is running from something. Me? I'm running from myself. The emptiness within me, the broken body I was given. That's why I came here is n't it? I just needed to get off my chest. Thanks you guys 
 
 
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 Uh, case file, Eric Rohrden. Was found in his mother's old house on **omitted** street on **omitted** of 1972. He was found in the basement, with eight out of the ten missing people reported. Their insides had been carved out and fed to his now deceased dog, given the name Spot. Eric's father has been deceased for **omitted** years now, and his mother is nearing the age of **omitted**. She claims that the last time she saw him was when he came over for dinner at her new house around a year ago ( 1971 ). Eric will be facing the death penalty for kidnapping, premeditated murder and the third degree murder of **omitted**, **omitted**, **omitted**, **omitted**, **omitted**, **omitted**, **omitted**, **omitted** and **omitted**. 
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