It's day break now, the sun has risen and my fears been swallowed. It seems as if I will never get a break from this terror. I don't even know how last night was a possibility, I was at home the whole time but I woke up like... like I got out from that pond in my nightmare. It couldn't be real, right? Stuff like that doesn't just happen to good people, to normal people. Am I really a good person though? I don't know. I don't know a lot of things at this point. But how much would I really want the truth to the horror of my waking nightmares? What did ever do to deserve this? I have never hurt someone, I have never found it inside myself to hurt others so why? I can't do this...
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Proxy
Short StoryIt started with a journal, a small, stupid journal. And now it seems the world is crashing down on me. And all I have to prove myself, to show people I exist, is that book. And now that you are reading my story, I pray to God you don't share the sam...
