Angel Wings

The cold winds of the winter howled like the wolf in a full moon. The tree branches scraped against the only window I had in the dorm. The only thing that bad gotten me through this year was my friend my cat and my shear will to live. Now with my friend gone and dead, the only things there were to rely on was my cat and shear will to live. Though my will sometimes just wasn't enough and I felt as though my friend's death was my own fault. I wasn't sure who killed my friend that night or how they did it without waking us up. All I know is I woke up in the morning to find her dead in her room with a knife and blood stains all over her silk sheets. By now many of you are probably thinking this is a gruesome story, it's not, but it isn't for the faint of heart.

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