"Mom, Mom! MOM!" I woke up in a cold sweat, panting heavily. "It's OK it's all over, they aren't coming back," I whispered fervently while rocking myself back and forth. I'm pretty sure I'm the only fourteen year old who still has glimpses of that night, the night THEY first came. The night they took everything, my life, my family, my memories, but despite their thoughts, I'm as alive as can be and ready for revenge. Its not my fault that they skipped over me when they assigned instructions, but sometimes... I wish they'd wiped me like everyone else.
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