“Let me out! Please!” I cried to the men sitting in the car. I let out a high pitched scream crying for help .
These men, dressed in a black overall, had forced me into a black RR while I was on my leisurely walk in the outskirt forest of the town of California. I vainly fought against their unbeatable and supernatural strength in order to escape from my kidnappers. One of them had taken me on his well defined shoulder and throwed me violently into the car trunk. The place was not as comfortable as my bed but it was spacious enough to accommodate at least 3 human bodies.
They blindfolded me with a silky fabric and tied my hands and feet together. The pain was unbearable. My whole body was being folded and my spine was nearly fracturing itself. They slammed the car trunk and I could feel the car moving very rapidly. But suddenly, after approximately a half an hour, the car stopped brusquely. I heard the strangers getting out of the car and then, came silence before the haze.
About 16 minutes later, a blackish smoke filled the place from which I could get out by no means. With haze, the pain in my back intensified, and I began to cough, desperately fighting against the harmful chemical substance destroying my lungs. I had tried to get out of the car, scream for help. Nothing worked.
The course of history had decided that my death would be on the 9th May 2024.
I must have been wanted for something. The only question was “What was that thing?” Before my soul left this world, a memory popped out. I remembered I had caused the death of my husband 20 years ago.
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Me &My death & My husband
RomanceI had been killed. My death was caused because I had killed my husband 20 years ago. The man whom I thought I loved, the man who pleased me the most, the man who made me feel safe. But this same person was not the one I thought. His wrong deeds led...
