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Mausoleum walked through the hallway at school, feeling as if every pair of eyes were burning into him. He always got awkward looks by the way he dressed, but today it seemed as if they were even more disgusted. As if they knew his second life, his life outside off school grounds, but there was no way they could know about that, that was something Mausoleum kept to himself, Skitzo and Bryan. Not even Absinthe or Kourpse knew, and Mausoleum sometimes wondered how he kept that part of his life away from them for so long. Three years, three long years of doing whatever they could d


:The Wretched: Chapter One:Absinthe awoke when the alarm clock rang shrilly in his ear; he hit the snooze button then rubbed his tired eyes. He looked over in the dark, letting them focus, to see Kourpse still asleep. He smiled, a small smile seeing how serene he was. As Absinthe stretched he felt the covers against his bare skin indicating he was completely naked, he noticed Kourpses bare upper torso as well.:The Wretched: Chapter One:
Typical of us Come home, eat, fuck, sleep Its almost habitual. Home. But this isnt home, this is Kourpses house. It might as well be home