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Delayed Consequences 773 Days 7 Hours 25 Minutes 30 Seconds That's how long it has been The apex of that decision When I sat at this screen And made the last incision I turned against my mind Staring down upon the blade Knowing I'd soon be blind I should have been afraid I resorted to mutilation It was rash and immature Acting out of desperation I just wanted to make sure I had to erase my longing As feelings made me weak I'd no hope of belonging Because I'm but a freak The plan was a success I escaped the mental hell Dismissing my distress Breaking from her spell The process may be violent But new clarity was born All emotions fell sile

Chapter 2: Harley Wood Rising high above the depths of Collingwood, perched atop the foreboding cliff that towered over the deprived town, laid a very different settlement. Harley Wood was a suburban paradise, a collection of far more civilised dwellings, at least that's the way they appeared on the surface. You can just never quite be sure when it comes to suburbia – who knows what truly goes on behind those embroidered curtains. Pristine rows of red-brick houses were the order of the day, fitted with wooden detail round the bay windows. They stretched out along the road lining the cliff edge, each one the same, identical. Disturbingl

Delayed Consequences 773 Days 7 Hours 25 Minutes 30 Seconds That's how long it has been The apex of that decision When I sat at this screen And made the last incision I turned against my mind Staring down upon the blade Knowing I'd soon be blind I should have been afraid I resorted to mutilation It was rash and immature Acting out of desperation I just wanted to make sure I had to erase my longing As feelings made me weak I'd no hope of belonging Because I'm but a freak The plan was a success I escaped the mental hell Dismissing my distress Breaking from her spell The process may be violent But new clarity was born All emotions fell sile

12 An explosion tore through the structure the front wall was instantly reduced to dust as the projectiles impacted. The air was choked by the mass clouds of disintegrated masonry, pierced by the shards of the window frames. The shock waves resounded through the building showering the occupants in crumbling plaster. As cracks and fissures spread across the remaining walls Jim managed to scramble to his feet. The floor was slick with spilled bathroom products across the wrinkled linoleum. He stared cautiously at the closed door, for fear of what lies on the other side, where the explosion came from. Where they were. He turned away from the