She was always happy...almost too happy...like she was hiding something...
She was always quiet, obedient, and reserving...
That's what hurt her.
Allison Ferris December 13th, 1888
Slaughtered they said...Murder..
She was on a bed......small twitches and jerks were some of the actions protruding from her body as she lied there, fighting for her life, but to no avail she had succumbed to the pain and suffering and slipped into a coma hours later...
4:53 AM
People had come to visit her the next morning...grieving...bowing their heads in sorrow.
Already mourning, they didn't think she would make it...they doubted she would ever wake up from her deep sleep...and they were right...she didn't..
But I did.
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Fate.
FanfictionShe looked at the dark ceiling warily, silently wishing for another chance...another chance to be stronger...She cried...wept...and pleaded..."p-please....you don't have to do this...it was all a misunderstanding!" she continued until her voice had...
