Struck as forbidden

Struck as forbidden

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“How selfish could I have been” I leaned up against a wall and fell to the floor. Staring up into the sky I closed my eyes and let the rain drops fall onto my face. I started think about home again, I heard a faint gurgling laugh of that retched man. I thumped the wall hard with my fist “what’s the point, anymore? All you do is haunt me” I got up and began to walk further into the depths of the streets. Behind me there were fast paced steps, they were getting closer and closer. Probably someone trying to get out of the rain to a nice warm home. I grumbled to myself. Suddenly someone grabbed hold of my body from behind and rested their head on my shoulder. I let out a squeal to realise it was Chris I slumped to the floor with him, slowly I turned round to face him. Tania has had enough of her mother and her mother's boyfriend. After learning her love is leaving for the army there is nothing left for her at her so called home so begins a long painful journey encountering some strange characters that put her spirits to the test. After everything, she begins to doubt that she will ever reach the light in the darkened tunnel and questions whether it's worth living for.
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It started when the rain fell. As it hit the windows rhythmically, I fought my sleep. Fighting off the demons in my dreams. I hadn't realized how real that dream became. Waking up to terrified screaming. My heart racing, the lighting striking and my family begging for their lives. I claimed myself as a coward that very same night. I hated myself. My depression became the best of me. What's worst then your family being slaughtered? Hiding in the closet from the killers. I should've helped, I should've been there for them. The pain between my chest and stomach was growing guilt. So I started thinking smart. Looking at everyone differently. I decided to reopen their cold cases. And when I found the truth it hit me deep.

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