My Worst Nightmares And How I Was Rescued.

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My Worst Nightmares And How I Was Rescued.

It's dark. I...I can't see anything. I'm scared. I don't know where my mom is, or my dad, or my friends or ANYTHING. I can hear my heart thumping in my ears. Thump, thump, thump. I cling to the sound like a raft, using it to help hold on to my senses. But... There's another sound in the darkness. Footsteps, click, click, click. I hear a door open and light floods into the room. I gasp and fall to the floor. I can't believe my eyes, my blood is rushing in my ears, my eyes blur with salty tears.
It's....
It's....
Felisha
Lord save us all.
And there's another person behind her. My eyes go wide when I see him, his creepy, stalkerish face and calm facade that hides his madness. I sob into my arms and curl up into a ball. I thought it was a rumor. But it isn't.
It's true.
The prophecy has come true.
It's...
It's...
Josh Marshal.
AND THERE BEHIND ALL OF THAT IS THE WORST THING YET.
ITS....
ITS....
OBAMA.
And I'm lying on the cold hard ground, unable to shake it off, my hope is gone and leaves only a blank space in its wake, I can't speak now, I'm haunted, this isn't a love story. BUT THERE, HERE SHE COMES!
MY SAVIOR HAS COME!
She bursts into the room with a bright light shining in behind her, making her look angelic, her blonde hair flying around her face like a golden mane of a ferocious lion. I scream her name, because I know that in her care, I will be safe. She makes all the haters scared. She slays like no other.
Taylor Swift.
And you know what else?
This whole experience has taught me something, something that will stay with me until the end.
And that is...
Haters gonna hate.
Fakers gonna fake.
But I'm just gonna shake,
Shake, Shake, Shake, Shake,

SHAKE IT OFF!

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Well, whoop dee-fucking-do, it's the end.

-WhenWordsFail.