Death. (on hold)

Death. (on hold)

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Last published Mon, Jan 21, 2013

Introduction: Death was the only word that repeated in Katrina's mind the same words haunted her over since she knew what was gonna happen to her life and only her life. She felt cursed and different not normal. It all started when she was walking home from school with her books in her hands and cape around her. She could feel something bad, really bad staring at her every move as she walked. The street lights suddenly go dark and all the noises she had once hear would be gone in an instant. "Death." Someone whispered over and over next to her ear but she saw nothing beside her. Katrina sped along the sidewalk holding in her tears of fright. "Death is your middle name." Someone whispered once again but that whisper was now in front of her, but did she see anything? No. The air reeked the smell of blood and sweat, her ears rang of blood curling screams, her vision was of her walking in the black, her touch was nothing. The weight on her shoulders disappeared and she was no longer holding onto her books like she had insisted. She then snapped back into reality but still that one word haunted her thoughts every single day and it had never stopped. Never. Katrina was never a parents favorite but at least she had some attention. But not until she found out her death was coming.

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