He thought he was strong enough.
He wasn't
He thought he would live.
He didnt.
He was gone like the wind,
there one moment, gone the next.
So what was he really fighting for?
Freedom.
For one more night at least.
For he knew more pain would just come the next night and the next night and the next and the next.
They where intruders, though he knew they where coming.
Every night, 7 o'clock.
Government sent murderers.
Government sent preparers.
Same thing right?
One house to the next.
Killing or dying.
This time was killing.
But what will the next door bring?
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Teen FictionIts one thing to hide from the government. Its another to convince them that you died 5 years ago. Taylor Banifast lives in a world of war. Where she lives, if you can't fight, you can't survive. So might as well kill you now instead of you being...
