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Claim to fame

It was another normal day, yearning to just be famous and known. I did everything I could. I modeled, tried singing, playing an instrument. Everything. Nothing works.
But I refused to give up. I did something I don't regret.
Almost within days I was famous, and well known around the world! I had books, fliers, fan-pages and more dedicated, to me!
I felt amazing, I felt the love. Although...
This came with a price.
I've been getting nightmares.. horrible nightmares. It keep coming, each more horrifying than the last. Finally.. I dreamt about my death.
I would be running at night with a group of friends just to be hit by a car going at least a hundred miles an hour...
That night I woke from a sweat and said something about it on Twitter. People laughed and a few said concerning things. I went back to doing what I love. I sang beautiful songs, occasionally taking photos. I got a text from my brother.
It read: hey! Wanna go camping with me, Justin and Alina? It'll be fun!
I couldn't pass up the offer. He said it would be next week. Set to work packing.
It's been a week now, reoccurring nightmares about twisted ways I would die. In fact one of my dreams had been about big foot picking me up and ripping my head off. I kind of had to laugh at it since I'd be camping soon.
It was just nerves, right?

We all sat at the camp fire.
"We should go hiking." Alina had brought up, wiggling her eyebrows.
"Jesus Alina, it's 11 p.m. it's to late for that!" My brother Austin groaned.
"You're no fun Austin. I bet the other boys wouldn't be as wimpy as you. How about it, wanna go hiking?" She turned to Justin and I.
"Sure What could Go wrong?" I shrugged. Justin agreed and stood up to leave. Austin complained of course but obliged. We all headed into the woods.
I guess we really should've payed attention to the signs. The creaking, lack of crickets and owls, random moving sounds. It was to late of course. I was in the lead and my friends stopped talking. I turned around to late...
My blood seeped through my cloths and traveled down. I gasped at the knife now sticking out of my gut. All I could do was gasp... the knife was yanked out and instantly my vision went black.