the bad dream

the bad dream

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WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication sam., oct. 3, 2015
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it was a normal day just sitting in my house on my bed thinking of all the things i did wrong in my life then it hit me i was sorry for everything that i had done. yet when everything i did ran threw my mind like i was in a dream a smile quickly grew on my face. Not knowing what to do about what was going on. i closed my eyes for what felt like a second then it hit me.
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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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