" Isaac"
That voice. Oh gosh. That was my angels voice.
"ISACC HELP!" I heard her scream pain and fear were clear in her voice.
Not again I wanted to cry out.
Not this night terror again.
I seemed to get it every night, but each night something worst happened. And I feared tonight. Her birthday always was the worst dreams.
And yet, the way she called my name still caused shivers to run along my spine.
And that's when the images began to appear.
She stood there, looking exatly as she did last time I saw her. Which I know she doesn't any longer.
I tried to reach for her, a strong desire to hold my girl in my arms once again.
As I reached for her to take her into my arms, she let out a shrill scream, and to my absolute horror, blood began to pour from a wound on her neck. I couldn't help, but to cry out in fear.
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Remembering Leslie
Kinh dịThey 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...
