it's too late..

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as we left our house we but then we stopped and turned back to look at it for the last time, there was a house, not just any house, a house filled with all our memories..

before leaving I saw my parents looking at the house with so much of emotions and pain in their hearts..
and so did I..

I didn't leave a room untouched, my parents kept pillows on their beds to make it look like they were sleeping on it and I kept a doll on my bed which my parents had given me for my 8th Birthday it wasn't as tall as I was but I think it did the trick..

as we kept walking we entered a place that looked like a jungle, that's what we thought or at least I did..

I thought "are we lost?!.. do we really know where were going?!" then suddenly we heard a sound, it sounded like a branch breaking so we looked, we were so scared, in actual it turned out to be just a rabbit, so we continued walking but then it felt wierd like someone was following us, so I turned to see if there was anyone and I looked and kept looking back till I thought it was safe to keep walking, then my dad said "be careful of the stones Lisa.." and I said "yes dad"
even though I didn't hear it..
I almost tripped but someone caught me, at first I thought it was my dad but then I got this strange feeling that it wasn't, so I looked up as I did my eyes widened as if it there was enough place for it to pop right out of my skull, and I wished I had listed to dad and watch where I was walking..

my life had now become a living horror story and I wished it had never been like this..

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