Death

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Thunder clashed in the distance. The strange man stood before me holding a knife to my throat. I try to scream but he covers my mouth.

He brings the knife closer to my throat and whispers into my ear, "I'm sorry." then he drags the knife along my neck ending my life.

But in those seconds before death I can't help but to think. Who would want me dead the assassin in my town are known as the sorrowful sinners. When they are hired to kill someone they say their sorry right before they kill you.

So. Who wanted me dead so Bad they hired someone to kill me?

Those were they last thoughts I had before blackness overwhelmed my vision and I Layla Salvatore drew my last gurgling breath in this world. While my soul and mind moved onto the next.

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