The dusty box in the Attic

The dusty box in the Attic

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In only a week and 3 days my life was spun and knocked right out under my feet. Yes I cried. Yes I got blood on me. Yes i'm probally scarred. Yes I went to a goody-goody to a bad girl. Yes there is only 2 survivors. Yes I miss my friends. It was my birthday. We were just drawn to the attic. Yes we were just 7 innocent juniors in high school. It was just a sleepover. And, damn the dusty box in the attic.
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When I was little, I was never healthy for a full day. When I would go to school, I would carry around an oxygen tank so that I could breathe properly. There was once where I had come close to death. At that time, my mother and father promised me that they wouldn't ever leave me. That is, until someone came in an murdered them while I was at school. When I was dropped off from the bus stop, I automatically knew something was wrong because my mother would always wait for me. When she wasn't there, I began to get worried. 'Had she forgotten?' Was the first thing I thought as I walked up the stairs and into my house. 'Mama? Papa?' I questioned walking into their room. As I made the first step in, I heard squishing under my feet as if the carpet was wet.

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