Touch

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I started crying and backed away. I felt the wall behind me, cold as ice. But my tears warm like a blanket. I was alone and scared, I wanted to see my mother and my father. Even though they look at me with disappointment for my crimes. I rather be gone , than suffer.
I saw the creature get closer, oh god I need to get out before that thing kills me. I only thing I had to do is not to blink. But the only problem that it was a human trait we all learn and can't forget.
Nevertheless this why that thing is dangerous and deathly.
But I felt touch.
A warm touch.
I smiled
I curled up on the blood stained floor.
I closed my eyes..
I went to sleep.

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