Skip to the future. They're all in their 80s Shelby Paul and Danny. Shelby died of a heart attack last week. Paul had a heat stroke the day after. By the way Paul and Shelby got married and had four kids and they have eight grandkids and twelve great grandkids. Me and Danny adopted four and ended up with the same amount as Shelby and Paul. Weird right. So I'm standing at Danny's funeral. He died in his sleep. His heart stopped. I was off hunting.
After the boring funeral, I realized something. You don't recover you get worse. I went home and drove a power stake through my chest. The only stake that can kill me. You don't ever recover. You get worse. Goodbye world. I'm dead now.
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I will recover.
Teen FictionMy fate was death and yet he stood around knowing I would soon be gone. And he had no control in when I did. My last words would have to be: I love you Danny Edge... To him anyways. Soon enough things change and I am no longer the girl he loved. My...
