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NOTE: **THIS STORY IS COMEPLETELY FICTIONAL.  ALL DETAILS AND EVENTS ARE MADE UP**

I hear something. A song. I can only make out a few of the lyrics.

Every single night we fight

To get a little high on life

To get a little something right,

something real

At least we try.

Thats what my life used to be. Me and my friends, having fun, doing anything we could get away with.

Gah i miss my friends. Tarah, Erin, Emily, Kriss.the song's catchy, and upbeat, but also kind of sad.  It must've been released while i was down here. Waiting.

I hear something. Footsteps. But they're not as heavy as the man's. And something else... Clicking... like... high heels. the doornobb's being turned.

Crap.

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