The Echo
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Last published Thu, Nov 12, 2015
I can almost remember my first breath the feeling of my mothers touch, hearing my fathers happy beating heart. It was so nice, for that brief moment I felt safe amd warm.
But what I saw next was going to stick with me for life. The room in a bright flash was covered in blood and things were broken. The once warm and comforting feeling had now turned in to a dark memory of the minute I knew my parents.
The room had faded away to dark nothingness. The Grim Reaper had found his son and I was him.
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