Final Footsteps (Running Series Finale)
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  • Reads 874
  • Votes 54
  • Parts 59
  • Time 20h 55m
Complete, First published Jan 28, 2019
We were all alive.
We were all together again.
Until...

A knock on the door.

"He's gone...He's really gone and I feel. I feel so cold, there's a piece of me missing and it hurts so much...I can't...I just..." 

Is this the beginning of the end?

Or the start of a new beginning. 

How many more steps are needed before they reach freedom?

Or have they gone one step too far?
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Walking into an empty house is normal to me. I guess I got tired of saying 'I'm home' when nobody is home to reply. It wasn't always like this. I remember when our family was close. Now we don't see each other any more. We don't talk to each other. We don't eat with each other. We don't ACKNOWLEDGE each other. This all happened after my 'Mother' killed herself. My father blames me. This is my story about how I learned to not count on anyone else but myself. I'm broken. I'm used. No one can fix me. But when the New Boy in town tries to fix me, everything will change. Good change or Bad change, I don't know. Only time will tell. I want to enter this story in the #Wattys2015 please help me out and vote and comment on my story. I'll really appreciate it!!! #Wattys2015 COPYRIGHTED © 2014 BY Anallely ALL RIGHTS RESERVED ®