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Clay walked to the bunker. Wondering what's happening in there.
Clay's POV:
What's happening in the bunker anyways? Why do I have to go there? Do they even want me there? Do I even wanna go there?
I stopped walking. And knocked on the bunker's door.
No response.
I waited.
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In the bunker:
"Holy crap he did come." John said. "Mierda. Okay everyone! Just how we practiced." Viva said.
"HIDE HIDE!" Poppy said. Everyone hid as Branch pressed a button that let the bunker's door to open.
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Clay's POV:
What the hell is happening down there?? I just stood there. Waiting.
Suddenly, the door opened. I went in and closed the door.
"Uh. Oh right. The lever." I said as I turn the lever.
The elevator slowly went down. This is tiring.
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"Holy shit." Branch said. "SHHH SHUT UP." Bruce said.
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Clay's POV:
Where the hell is everyone. What the fck happened. Did I missed something??
"Hello???" I said. No response. Strange.
I looked for a lightswitch. I saw one. So I flicked it.
"SURPRISEE!!!" The people said. I flinched. "Happy Birthday Clay!" They all said.
Oh. Yeah. It's my birthday. I forgot about that.
"Thanks everyone." I let out a small smile.
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"Happy Birthday Clayy" Poppy said hugging Clay. Clay just smiled. "Thanks. I really appreciate it." Clay said patting her back.
"We got you a gift!" Viva said. Pulling out a box. "A what now?" Clay said. "Open it!" Poppy said flapping her arms.
Clay opened the gift. Holy- a box full of sad books. "Wow. Thank you all of you. This is really amazing." Clay said smiling. But also felt a bit guilty. Why would they waste their money trying to buy a gift for him?
"No problem Clay. Happy birthday." John Dory said hugging him. Clay hugged him back. "Have a good birthday Clay." Branch said shaking his hands. "Happy birthday bro!" Bruce said as he hugged him and did their handshake.
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After the 'party':
Clay's POV:
Why would they do this? Why are they wasting their money for me?? I don't get it.
'because they hate you.' I heard a voice. I looked around but saw nothing. 'I'm in your head, you bitch.' it said to me. Oh. What.
"Why would they hate me? I'm their brother!" I said. 'Just because you're their brother doesn't mean they can't hate you.' The voice said to me. Hm, it does have a point.
"But still. Why would they hate me?" I said to it. 'Because you left. You left him. You're a bad brother.' It said. Hm, it does have a...point. "I know that.." I said. 'You should cut yourself. Cut your hand.' It said to me. I flinched. "Cut?? Wh-What, no.. I don't wanna cut myself.." I said, feeling a bit sad. Why would I do that. 'You should do it. Punish yourself. You know you deserve it.' It said to me.
"....Okay." I said as I grabbed the knife.
I hesitated at first but I knew I deserve it. I slowly pushed the knife deeper into my skin and cut myself with it. I flinched at the pain. But, it feels so good.
I did it all night until I knew when to stop.
When I'm tired.