Heaven Spelled Backwards.

Nevaeh sat at the end of her bed tears falling down her face rapidly. She held the stick in her hand, looking at it every twenty seconds to reassure herself that this wasn't all just a bad dream. She could only think of one solution, to get rid of it, and maybe to get rid of herself. She figured no one cared if she lived or died anyways. She felt alone and scared.

At last she decided it was time, she went into the kitchen, opened the medicine cabinet and took out the bottle of sleeping pills. So many things kept running through her mind. She tried her hardest to convince herself that this was the right thing to do. She went into the fridge and grabbed a water bottle. She popped open the sleeping pill bottle. "This is the end" she thought. She put six pills in her hand. She closed her eyes and prayed to God.

As soon as she put one pill in her mouth she heard a knock on the door. She quickly hid the bottle and dried her tears. She opened the door without question and to her surprise it was him.

The man that did this to her, the person she hated the most. She could have killed him in that moment. His face looked empty, he had a cold demeanor.

"I'm calling the cops" she said.
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