Mac Miller got killed
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Ongoing, First published Sep 10, 2018
Mac Miller died of a drug overdose, that's one way of saying he was killed by those who hide behind the curtains, those are the ones who kill young stars. I was almost killed by a drug overdose, and after i survived the whole drug overdose. I told my self to breathe, keep waiting for morning because the sun was my ally and savior. Sometimes it felt like I would of been dead too, if I did not wait for the sun to rise. It was like battling set.  Also the watchers, or this type pf species (aliens) also did a lazer surgery on my brain while I was clearly overdosing on those pills. It was not my choice to take them. Clearly there was people trying to control my mind making me try to  kill my self, It felt odd and unreal like why would i lay in dirt or throw dirt at my self. it was a weird experience in 2017. But if the aliens would of treated me I would of been dead or rotting from it, but I came around. After the contact I have developed more psychic abilities. I can be pretty powerful at times but am trying to be aware of my emotions and who I am or how it works. I don't want to use my mental powers, and know it is wrong to use them in public. But part of me wonders a lot. Almost dying in a hospital is scary, or almost dying on the ride to the medical centre. I bet there are people who see me as a demon or ghost but they are wrong. I was saved by Jesus. I saw him under the moon high above. then after that saw other stuff. I can turn my self invisible but have to practice it, disappearing. It's scary watching your sel fade out of sight like seeing your hands and arms disappear. it's in the breathing. 
I remember one time hearing this stupid chick say under her breathe why can't you die. How rude, it's okay she was trash. I have great sensory abilities too. Can detects threats in the air, sky, even feel when I am being microwaved.
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He once told me no one knows the real him.I didn't think he meant it, and not in a good way. He is a straight A student, and everyone knows it, not to mention he is on the swim team. All that though isn't the real him, the real him hides deep within himself. ---------- "Can you please tell me what that was?" I nearly shout at him. All I get is silence. He keeps his back to me. "Please, I need some explanation." I beg. I stay still as he stops dead in his tracks. His body is tense and it's scarring me. He turns around slowly to face me with his hands at his sides. His eyes meet mine, but there is no spark of any emotion in them. They are cold and dark making me look away not being able to hold his deadly stare. I feel uneasy under his gaze, and i feel his eyes burning a hole in the side of my face. "No, I won't explain because it's not important." He says in a low, almost, growl. I flinch and look back into his eyes. I feel hurt by his words and I don't know why, but I know he sees it in my eyes. His faces flashes with regret but it's quickly covered up with his faces going back to it's hard cold look. I feel my heart stop and my face go pale. His look terrified me making me hold my breath. "Breath." He orders. I start to breathe again and just blink at him. "Now go." He orders me again. I flinch involuntarily at his tone and jump back slightly. "Please don't let me walk home alone." I beg in a quiet voice, looking down at my feet. The next thing I see are his black combat boots right in front of my shoes. I look up into his eyes and he looks down into mine confusion written all over his face. "How come you aren't running yet?" He questions searching my eyes. "I just can't walk home alone, please I'm scared." I hear him chuckle. "You aren't afraid of me? What can possibly be scarier than me?" He asks. "Well, I know you will keep me safe." "Why is that?" He questions raising an eyebrow at me. "You haven't hurt me." "Yet." He mutters, but I roll my eyes.