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Interlocking Pieces

Interlocking Pieces

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At one point in time, I was just like you. I had a life. A life at peace where all I had to worry about was what I was going to look like the next day. That was before the accident that killed my mother. Now I still care what I look like, but it isn't the same. My mother is dead, my boyfriend nowhere to be found, and i still can't walk on my right leg. My boyfriend and I got in a wreck as the cops were chasing us, Kevin blacked out shortly before I did. I was put in the hospital. Then I was in a coma for 2 1/2 months, but I was dreaming in my coma, so I was told. But I don't think it's possible to dream while in one. It felt so real to me. Still today I believe the events in my 'dream' actually happened. How else do you explain my right leg being in the same cast as the one I dreamt of in my coma? It's now up for you to decide. Is it possible?
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I actually did this story about over a month ago, I had just accidentally deleted it, so......yeah. Don't judge please! But, needless to day I am doing the story again so please read, if you like cool, if not, cool. I just love writing. So this story is based off of the villain's perspective. Here we go. No-one has ever loved me. Not one, except my mother, but she is dead now. Because of one word. Humans. They think they know everything, always trying to better the world when they are actually destroying it. Yet they blame me for everything, everything. Not one of them is different. They're all the same. I should know, since they are always out to get me almost every single day. But why do they blame me? I don't know, it's just in a mortal's nature to point the finger at someone else. It's stupid though. They know nothing of my story. Nothing of the Other Side.

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