Intro

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Fire raged around me as i look for an escape in the house once again burning down with the ferocity of the sun.
"Jonathan help me!" a woman cries in despair...
This women appears in my dreams every night, crying for me to help her, she seems to know
me but the look of fear in her eyes is lined with the subtlety of hate... she cannot be trusted.
Jonathan awakens in his bed in a cold sweat. The lady who is constantly disturbing his rest
appeared once more. His dream was as follows...
I appeared to be in a room of sorts with a fire blazing around me. The woman’s fear was visible
as she cried for me to help. i turned away with a feeling of disgust. as i turned back to look at
the women one last time, as i had never done before in my dreams, the fear had disintegrated
and now her eyes turned to hate and loathing. She proclaimed that this was my fault. she
seemed to accept death and her head fell but not without her firing one singular last shot with a
gun which appeared from no where. The bullet fell. i could feel the piercing of my skin as the
bullet hit my lung. I lay on the floor unconscious. blood comes through my mouth to choke me.
The world started spinning and turning black. I was no more.

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