Prologue:
December 12, 2013
The sirens filled the empty streets of New York; red and blue lights could only be seen by my blurred vision, there was a faint noise of a scream and I turned around to see who it was only to see my best friend lying on red-brick floor bleeding and then it hit me, I screamed. I looked around the scene only to see people coming towards me with what seemed like guns but I wasn’t frighten, no I could never be frightened by what I had just been through.I looked down at myself, I was covered in blood and I don’t know who's, mine or my best friends. There was a faint smell of blood bleeding through my nose, I got up on my feet which still felt like jelly as the people approached my vision still blurry but I didn’t have enough time to speak because the next moment I fainted and I let the darkness take over.
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One Winter Night (on Hold)
Mistério / Suspense❝Life is for the living, Death is for the dead, Let life be like music, And death a not unsaid.❞ ©Ayesha Shariq All Rights Reserved On Hold for a bit
