Finale

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Dear Diary,

Today is now October 13, 2015. Wow, do I have a lot of explaining to do.

Sorry that I haven't written in a while. The whole kidnapping thing shook me up, so I have been pretty much hiding in a corner filled to the brim with anxiety with only one thing. A pen.

I remember when I first saw that pen. It was pretty normal except for the inscription on it saying FIFMD. But let me talk about that later. I'm getting too ahead of myself.

So. After I realized that Darla was against me and not with me, after I drove home in the taxi, after I waited on my porch for someone to answer the door, someone opened it. It was my Mom.

For a while, we just hugged and cried right in the door frame, letting our costly air from our A/C flow outside while bugs came inside. But we didn't care. We were together again.

After we let go of each other, I explained the whole story. Well, part of it. I said that I was kidnapped and shot at, showing Mom my flesh wound. Long story short, after many trials in court, Bernie, Chuck, and Darla were sentenced to 15 years in prison. And no one knows about my talent now except for me and those three jerks.

As far as I know.

It's been a week or so after they were thrown into prison. But I wouldn't be surprised if they broke out of prison and kidnapped me again.

So, the FIFMD. Nobody knows for sure what it exactly is. We just know it is a type of pistol that uses different ammo than a normal one would use. But all of the FIFMDs that they found were empty. Plus, Darla, Chuck, and Bernie claimed not to know what type of ammo was in it either.

Wow, this has been real eventful. Never in a million years would I believe that this would happen. And all at once.

Well, turns out that I didn't need practice my talent. I now have control over my talent. My theory is that in my first couple of weeks, I was new to it so it was difficult to have even a sense of control. I was so new to it that I didn't even know what was happening.

But now that it has been happening more frequently (most of them on my own now), I have been getting curious. The image of the war scene. It keeps pulling up.

What does it mean?

A/N: Dear readers,

Sadly, I think Nightmares Alive should come to a close. It was nice to pour all of my ideas, whether silly, stupid, or amazing into this book. It would feel a little repetitive to continue. But I hope you have enjoyed this "short?" story. Thanks for the 200+ views, all of your votes, and all of your encouraging/hilarious comments :) I really enjoyed writing, and I hope you don't hate me for finishing! I will write a Q&A part, so if you can message me or comment that would be greatly appreciated. The questions can be in general or about the book! Haha, I hope you enjoyed!

<3 Amanda

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