Predator VS Me

[Black;] hidden, the secretive and the unknown.

A dark figure stares blankly from the bushes, examining the discreet rain. Every drop reminiscing her of tears, the tears of a daughter facing the loss of what she held most precious; her thoughts only dreading her past of her mothers death.

And in a flash, the dark figure disappears as droplets of rain blur her memory, forming into her scarred self.

Emily's input in her thoughts gave her what she'd always wanted.

Acceptance.

"They say imagine that your in a dark room. How do you get out? You stop imagining."

".. But what if your not imagining?"

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