Chapter 7: The "Living" Dead

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The night was dark. A man and two younger girls lay on the floor. I was standing in the corner  looking down on them. I was, crying. Tears of sadness streamed down my face. My eyes were red and swelled. I looked down upon them, sadness creeping through me.

My head hung down as I slowly weeped. The silence grew louder, and louder.

I placed my hand on my heart, and fell to the ground.

Lifeles-

I awoke on the floor. Taylor hovered over me frowning. A knife was plunged into my chest. I looked up at Taylor with tears in my eyes. I couldn't hold them in. They streamed down my face. She was frowning as if she regretted something. She looked as if I was acting clueless, which I knew I was. Then I came to my senses.

She had stabbed me.

My mother was on the floor next to me. She was crying. She saw my eyes open and flung her arms around me. The doctors rushed in and Taylor moved aside. The doctors put a mask around my mouth.

 "I'm, sorry."

And I fell into a deep sleep.

My heart beat rapidly. Party Rock Anthem was pounding through my head. My body was completely numb. I tried to lift my head but something was holding me down. Taylor. I began to cry. She was ruining my life!





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