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What happens when you find out your living some sort of fictional life? What happens when you loose your sister but your the reasoning for it? How do you live with something so tragic? Not being able to sleep at night because every time you close your eyes you see the murder. Knowing they arent ever coming back. How do you live like that? The answer is you don't!Alle Rechte vorbehalten

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Who's really dead?
Do., Aug. 4, 2011

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Wolfblood

It was dark and I was all alone I couldn't see anything, not even my hands in front of me. I felt all sick like I had a cold. " Where am I ? " I asked. " Your in your my mind ? " a voice replied. It sounded like we were in a cave. " What do you mean I'm in your mind ? " I asked again. " We are telepathically linked now, you can't run from me anymore, " replied the person " Just stop messing with me and tell me who you are and where am I, " I Sid. I started to get really eritated. And what did the person mean by you can't run from me anymore. Who was it that I was running from. Then I started to get a little dizzy and my through started to burn. Then all of a sudden I felt a sharp pain in my chest. I woke up. I was in a white room with like 1,000,000 bright light on me. It hurt a lot. There were cords tied up to me and I didn't know where I was.