Erased

Erased

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Nora was just getting back to normal. She was finally going to try to let it go, to try and forget that night, hopefully forever. She was finally ready to let it go. She was no longer waking up every night screaming in tears from the nightmares, only rarely now. It had been a year since it happened, a year of suffering and now she was going to get the closure she desperately needed. The only problem was one question that wouldn’t leave her mind; what happened? The only thing she remembers from it all was the sound of her ear piercing cries, the feeling of what she only hoped were tears streaming down her face and neck. The sickening feeling of their callused rough hands touching her body, and most of all those deep green eyes.
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