Chapter 3

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And suddenly I'm wide awake, beads of sweat still on my temple and tears overflowing my eyes.
"Mom, Dad, come back to me, please, mom I can't dad, I can't, I can't survive alone. Please!"
I screamed so loud that even Chris came running in,
" Luke, are you okay, Luke?"
God, I was too ashamed to look at him in the eye, what would he think of me? That i am a coward? A pathetic freak? That i can't even spend a night without waking up and crying for my parents, who died, a year ago.

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