The CABIN in the WØØDS

The CABIN in the WØØDS

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Screaming of frustration yelling across the house in front of us when we got there our neighbor's were dead. Elena bleeding in the floor Ms.Hawkins and Mr.Hawkins with no eyes nor hair both of them died the same day the same time who murderd them no idea. They left no prints who ever did this crime did it and keeped it clean. The next day my family and I moved into Mrs.Hawkins house the day we moved there there were noises and cold breeze passing by Evey time on the sun set. My brother scearmed out of no where and we saw him he was shocked he couldn't move at all then my sister hazel started crying and we took my brother Erick to the doctor he started saying some weird words and crazy movements the no one could understand what was happening. The next day the doctor said that Erick was in a coma! OH NOOO! MY BROYHER NO!!. The moment that the doctor said that I felt distroyed we went home and when I went home I took a shower and then blood was falling from the sealing....................
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I'm beautiful, I'm rich; I'm every guy's dream. In other words, I am perfect and I'm not afraid to flaunt it. But that's only what they tell me. I can't remember anything after the accident. I lost every memory I ever made, every thought I ever had. I was in a coma for five months and when I finally awoke in that sickeningly white hospital, no one would tell me anything; not even the black haired boy that scrambled to find a nurse as I moved for the first time in almost half a year. No one will give me the whole story and no one will tell me the truth. But I'm determined to figure it out because it's my life and I need to know who I was before the crash. The only problem: I don't know if I want to.

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