It still haunted me.
Her screams of terror.
The tears that ran down her face as she screamed so it for me.
And all I did was stand there.
I let the girl I love get taken.
It's been 2 and a half years, and there's been no sign of her.
But that could be good news, they hadn't uncovered any bodies yet.
She was still out there.
Somewhere, she was waiting, hoping I will come and rescue her.
And this time, I will.
I promised her I'd always come for her, and I won't ever break that promise again.
I couldn't help but smile as I looked at a picture of us, but that sharp stab hit my chest, the one knowing she's gone, knowing she is somewhere out there, hurting.
Knowing I let him take her.
Knowing I was the reason.
It wasn't my fault though.
But I don't know if she will ever understand quite why I didn't stop him.
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Remembering Leslie
HorrorThey say if you love some thing let it go, Well, that is unless some crazy psychopath is the ones taking the one you love. ------------------ Leslie Saunders. You've probably heard her name, or remember it from one of the countless posters that o...
