One Second Memory
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Last published Sun, Jun 3, 2018
"What have you done to me!?" my voice growing shrill by the minute.
"What do you mean?" replied Amy, her back to the crystal-black wall. I walk closer to her glowing, almost real, body.
"I'm fading." I seethe, my voice barely above a whisper. All of a sudden I fall to the ground, feel my body go strangely numb. Shaking uncontrollably, i looked up to see Amy, now facing towards my vibrating body. Her eyes smiled no more, and her crooked mouth turned down at the corners. She reminded me of a lost girl, searching the street for her mother.
"Nothing I can do about it." she snarled.
I choke with the heavy amount of blood that rushed to my mouth. I stare dazedly at my hands and realize it that it was not blood. It was my soul.
"I'm sorry Tegan." murmured Amy, her ghostly body hovering just inches from mine.
That was the last thing I could remember.
Before I blacked out...
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