When was the last time you marched into the unknown with only the soft glow of a motive you strongly believed in?
Anna was 7 when her father, John Blackwood, was suspected to have been murdered, but right before she turns 18 she receives a letter th...
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Venomous blood burns to the touch as it trails down my arm, dark-vibrant red. The smell--intoxicating. Once realization dawns on your face you hold me, grip me bare, the flesh--touch to touch-- is persecuting and painful, but necessary to stop circulation.
You keep saying everything will be ok, but the look of dispear in her eyes tells me otherwise.
You call after me, after myname, but my eardrums are shut and my adrenaline is running highways, through my veins, pulsating enough energy to take you and run away.
To be continued...
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