Death By Nightmare
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She started to see flash backs of the old man and before she knew it, she was screaming and yelling "No!" and "please!" as if someone were going to help her. No one did. She sat there, kicking, crying, screaming, but no one came. She felt, and was, helpless. She wanted to end it all. So she did. She drove a black blade threw her heart and on her suicide note she requested only one thing. That on her grave shall be written "Death By Nightmare".
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