NightTerrors

NightTerrors

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WpMetadataReadComplete Fri, Apr 3, 2015<5 mins
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Lemme set the scene. She was a teacher about 24, 25 years old, she worked in a middle school in Harlem. Just moved there from Kansas city. Moved because, she was lookin for that change in scenery everyone feels they need every once in awhile. Since she was in her early teenage years she had this "imaginary friend" named Victor, He was a veteran from world war 2.She didn't know however that Victor was a real person,or was a real person at least. Victor died from a shot ,a Gunshot to the head, he committed suicide screaming before he pulled the trigger "You'll all die there's no surviving in this life nor the after." Although she knew about victors past she only thought it was her imagination ,and she was being extra creative that day he told her. But in her teens while she slept he would take over her body an mind wanting her to truly know of his past life. Possessing her dreams making her see him only, pencil an hand writing in his diary. While she read the story of his life....
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As a young girl she was only happy. Not a care in the world or insecurity to worry about. She was a bigger girl and was teased when she reached 3rd grade. She cried her tears to her mom, but as she got older she cried them to herself. Alone in the dark as a tear rolls off her nose, she drops her head and lets out a big scream into her pillow. Not to let her parents hear, this is beginning to become her normal routine. Her tears dry and she lays on her back looking up at the ceiling, her body is cold and life less. Suicide has become an appealing option to her. But instead she pushes those thoughts back and rolls over on her side and drifts off to sleep, alone and empty inside, she was now beautifully curvy but her insecurities never let her see that. Until the new bad boy comes into play and changes everything

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