My Mistake
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"Sha these things are never easy because either way it's just torture. You don't want to not know but are you prepared?" "Yea." "So you are honestly prepared for the possibility that you walk in and your boyfriend and baby's father be lying there dead?" Sha didn't answer she just started to cry. "I'm not... I will never be. I love Josh, he is my world, my heart, and my love and I know I will never love anyone on the same level. He hurt me so much but I don't mind. I don't... because I know just as well as he that a departure makes for a way better reunion and he loves me regardless of anything, anyone, or what he says and I don't mind Shy." He hugged her and she just cried even more. They eventually got to go in. Sha walked up to the body covered in a white sheet. The room was silent except Sha's intense heartbeat. Shy watched closely behind Sha holding his arms out in case she fell. The attendant and monitor were silent and slowly with sympathetic eyes. The body was
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"Kill..." the low whispering voice trailed off into my head. I don't think the strange whispering voice came from anyone in the room. It was too loud; too abnormel; too deadly. Suddenly a cold shiver ran down my back making me scream and cry out for someone, something, anything. I want to be alone, somwhere dark, somewhere safe. My eyes open to see a woman cradling me in her arms. A man with red eyes, tan skin, and blonde hair starred at me. His eyes sunk into my head making me wince. The woman is natuarlly warm and comfortable, but her face is stained with tears mixed with blood on her, once beautiful, face. She smeared some of the blood onto my puffy cheeks with a warm beaten and calloused hand. "You're gonna be okay," she assured me. More tears fell from her eyes. I looked closer into her grayish, I think, eyes. They had evil tucked beneath fear in them. I don't know what she means, yet her words mean the world to me at this very moment: 4 minutes ago, I was born.

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