They said I was crazy.
That everything I saw was part of my imagination.
That every dream, every scream, and every scene that I visioned was fake.
That it's all a fraction of my imagination.
That it's a coping mechanism for...something.
But how could something so fake, feel so real?
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Heal Me
Vampiros"Alice, please," the voice begs. "Alice, I need you," it says again. She walks further into the woods, stepping past fallen down trees and branches. The cold ground below her prevents the leaves from crankling beneath her feet as she walks. The sma...
