Walking Cliché

This is a trollpasta I wrote some time ago that I never uploaded to Trollpasta Wiki.

Sometimes, I feel like my life is a walking Creepy Cliché.

For one, my parents are borderline abusive. This morning, I woke up with 13 stab wounds, and it turned out that my mother was the one who stabbed me. This is a regular occurence. Our house is covered with blood and organs. I feel like there's always something behind me. I can't tell you how many times I've seen the HORRIBLE TRUTH in the corner of my eye. And I think our neighbor's pet might be Smiledog.

I feel like I can't escape.