She flung me on the bed. She was still laughing trying to talk, but she was saying stuff about how she should've never trusted me. That everything was all my fault. I begged her to forgive me. She stopped laughing. She dug her nails into my stomach. She put her hand over my forehead and forced me to relive one of the most horrific times of my life.
We were out with friends, and she was tired and wanted to go home. I told her to go head back to the house, and said that I was right behind her. We were fighting so I wasn't right behind her. She got home, and someone brutally murdered her. They tortured her.
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Mystère / Thriller****THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE WALKING DEAD I COULDN'T THINK OF ANOTHER NAME**** After, his 22 birthday, Daryl kept getting the feeling of deja vu. Not the occasional deja vu, it was an everyday thing where everyday felt like he had already liv...
