Ugh. Don't get me started about Wednesday's. There seems to ve something about them that I dislike.
I heard sirens go by my house.
I had a flash back to that night.
"Charlie!"
The blood flowing out of Charlie's body grew expontentially.
"Do SOMETHING!"
I screamed at him. He was the only one who could fathom trying to help.
I heard sirens. He estimated that theyd arrive in ten minutes. He was right.
He disappeared leaving me to blackout over all the blood and Charlie's pale face.
God. I don't think I will ever be able to forgive myself for dragging you with me that night.
-Feeling sad, again
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Letters to Charlie
ParanormalWhat happens when your best friend saved your life by giving up his, but there's a catch. He will come back, just not entirely alive. But something went wrong with Charlie. He's been in the hospital for over a year before his parents decide to pull...
