Death is Equivalent to Love

Death is Equivalent to Love

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Author's note: Hello all, this is the revision of my story I started writing back in 2012. I am going through it and redoing a lot of parts, making it more of a story. Please bear with me as I might not update it as often as I would like. I hope you all enjoy it. Twenty-three year old Abigaill Dakohlyn (Dah-koh-lin) lives by herself in an old rickety apartment, along with a few neighbors. Every night a terrible haunting dream that she has been having for over ten years startles her awake, causing her to get very little sleep. She lives her life around the nightmare, knowing that at any moment it could happen. Her nightmare is going to come true, most like every dream she's ever had. She lives her life in a little bit of panic, she never knows when her nightmare is going to come true and definitely doesn't want it to ever become a part of her life. Because if it does... She WILL die.
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IT lets go of me, my head hits the ground again, no sound echos this time. IT's mouth movies, but my ears ring, so I can't hear IT. Everything is blurry and movies too much. I can't focus on anything. IT looks at me, IT's eyes are all gray. IT smirks and stands all of the way up, towering over me. I pull myself up and wobble away from IT on unsteady feet. I look back to see IT laughing, watching me walk away. I can't hear her terrible laughter, and I don't want... to... I fall over, feeling woozy. My head spins and I sway as I try to stand. I look back again, to see that the fog has covered my path, and I can only see a couple of inches away from my face. I blow out air and fall over. * * * * 13 year old Colten, takes a shortcut through the field next to his house on his way home. But why can't he reach his destination?

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