Killing Mr. Hale

Killing Mr. Hale

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"Ma'am?" I remember how he dazzled me with that devilish smile. I could still feel the way his lips slid down my neck and then further and further... "Ma'am are you alright?" I remember the night he told me he loved me. His lifestyle was dangerous but in that moment, I remember wanting nothing more than to be part of it. "Ma'am we have to get you out of here!" I remember how it felt just a second ago looking into his deep pools of hazel as I pulled the trigger. And now there was blood. I was drowning in a swimming pool of blood, yet I felt nothing. *Disclaimer: This is just for fun and made out of boredom-nothing serious*
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We were watching TV, my father and I, waiting for my mother to come down. We were going to go somewhere for my birthday but it was a surprise. I was so excited and so happy. I couldn't wait. We heard some noise. My mother was there but she didn't look so well. "Meredith, what's wrong? Are you Ok?" He asked. Then I saw a red patch on her chest and a huge knife across it. "Mum!" I yelled running towards her. "It's gonna be Ok, sunshine." He said. We were both crying. We had her in our arms. "I love you both." She said weakly. And she died. She actually died. My own mother died. We cried. Then we heard another noise. We looked up to see a tall strong guy. He was scary. "Get up!" He ordered. My father held me tight in his arms and obeyed. He pulled a gun at him and shot him. "Dad!" I yelled. "Dad." I cried. Why was this happening to me? "Get up!" The guy ordered me. I listened. He pointed a gun at me. I was so scared. And then I was saved. This is my story and my name is Michael White. __________ I'd like to thank @SnoopyANDWoodstick_ for the cover. Xxx

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