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Walking home from school i opened my bag to get my scarf out. Before i left for high school my mother made me a scarf, it was so ugly i was not going to walk into school wearing this ugly made scarf. i know she put her heart and soul into making it, but something this hideouts could not be worn in public. when i got my distance form my house. i took it off and put it in my bag. walking back home i took it out to put it on so my mother would not now. On this portiere afternoon i found a letter, the letter that i never got to read. When getting out the scarf a letter with my name on it flow out, it blow in the wind. It stoped at a men. He was middle age with a beard that cover the bottom half of his face, his hair was short in the color black. he ware long baggy clothes. He scared me more then i knew.
As i lowly stared to walk away from him to get back home. He spoke.
“Would you like you letter back, here take it you look like you want it, don't worry here it's yours.”
i wast thinking. i walked lowly towards him he held out the letter and i took it. Slowly walking away from him he took hold of my wrist.
“Your so beautiful why don't you stay and talk with me for a while at my place.” he said
“Please let go. You're hurting me!!”
My breath was heavy i was hoping someone who was trick or tricking would see me but no one came. i wanted to scream but he held me down and dragged me along the ground. He was holding my hands and he covered my mouth with a dirty cloth that came from his pocket. i screamed but no one would ever hear. The ground was rough and was pulling my skin i could feel pain and i know it was not the start. i was a dear waiting to die but i was already dead.
He dragged me to what looked like his house i was scared. The ground hurt i was bleeding and trying to hold back my tears. We entered the front door from what i could see there was no furniture in his house with old wall paper he dragged me to a small room with a small bed with a simple blanket on it. he pushed me on it and a waterfalls of tears fell from my eyes.
“tell me you love me” he said
without fighting or saying just nothing i said “i love you” my voice was shaking, i was shaking. He was inside me and he destroyed my life and my families. How can anyone live like this.
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After life
Adventure“The best way to predict the future is to create it" My favourite quote my younger sister told me it, now that i look at it i hate it because i am gone not gone from home or school, but gone from earth. i am dead on October 31, 1985 i was murdered...
