Wings of Change

Wings of Change

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When a tree falls in the forest, it really does make a sound. When an accident happens, it has a seismic effect. What made that tree fall? What caused the accident? Small things make all the difference; just that small breeze that pushes the tree to it's limit can be the product of a single bee flying from its nest. One small decision can create such a drastic accident. Those closest to the victims feel the most pain. But who thinks of how the victim feels? No one. Because no one thinks it will happen to them. It's just not something a normal person thinks about. I didn't think about it and look where it got me; I'm a statistic. I am one in nine. Call it what you want, it doesn't change the fact that I am dead.
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It started when the rain fell. As it hit the windows rhythmically, I fought my sleep. Fighting off the demons in my dreams. I hadn't realized how real that dream became. Waking up to terrified screaming. My heart racing, the lighting striking and my family begging for their lives. I claimed myself as a coward that very same night. I hated myself. My depression became the best of me. What's worst then your family being slaughtered? Hiding in the closet from the killers. I should've helped, I should've been there for them. The pain between my chest and stomach was growing guilt. So I started thinking smart. Looking at everyone differently. I decided to reopen their cold cases. And when I found the truth it hit me deep.

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