The gloom theory.

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Hey guys! I told you I was writing a short story, *NOTE* this story will not continue any further than this.

           My name is Raven Briarheart. People around here don't know me like that though, they don't know my name or anything about me. They always chase me home, even if they were once close friends. I have to pick my battles everyday. Whether I want to get up and face them, or stay safe and wait for the wrath of the people in my house. Its like I don't even know them anymore. I can hear them down stairs pounding on doors, so I stay up here, in a room up stairs locked. If I could change them I would but, they wont change for anyone.

I get these thoughts. I hate living in a world as cold as this on is. No one ever thinks, everyone is always distraught, I decided its time. I didn't want anyone to feel sad or sorry for me, so I am taking them all with me.  I opened my door as quietly as I could and snuck over to the other door. Through this door was a gun case that held a small hand gun, i I opened the door and grabbed the loaded gun.

I felt a hand on my back, the grip was getting stronger every second.  My heart raced. I turned my head slightly to realize, I wasn't being held, I was being bitten. I swung around and pushed it off me. Everything became slow, that person wasn't a person anymore, it was dead. Staring at me, with with its arm stretched towards me. I blinked once and everything went back to normal. I turned my head away from it and closed my eye and unloaded the gun on the body on the floor until it wouldn't shoot anymore rounds. 

       The second world was back and there were more of them. I put my hands on my knees and hugged them. I felt sharp pains in my neck an quickly laid down, falling in and out of consciousness they surrounded me. Ears ringing I turned my head and opened my eyes one last time to see I had gotten up. Finally falling asleep, one thought still remain in my head.

                                                          The deed was done, and they took me with them.


Did anyone piece the clues together? To figure out what she was actually seeing and what kind of world she lived in? 


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