My Life as Mikayla Connor
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  • LECTURAS 4,207
  • Votos 86
  • Partes 16
  • Hora 59m
Continúa, Has publicado jun 06, 2012
"OH MY GOSH! Mikayla what did you do?!" She finally asked. I pointed to the knife that was laying on the floor beside me. She grabbed her phone and called 911. I used my dwindling strength to yell at her, "No Elizabeth!!!! I want to Die every one does, even God!" She looked at me shocked at my use of words. "KAYLA! If he wanted you to die he would do it himself!!" She let a few tears fall then pushed it away. She pulled me off of the floor and carried me awkwardly into the living room. She sort of dropped me on the floor making a loud sound making Ashton come in from outside. "What was tha-" He said cutting himself off seeing the blood.
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