Remember Me?
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"The look in his eyes.. I've seen it before, but never like that. There was nothing inside them, no life, no light. They were black. They were like a one sided mirror only he could see past. His eyes were just... blank... His laugh I can still hear it ringing in my ears when I walk through an empty hallway, when I get in my car, its like nothing can drown it out. The fucking sound haunts me every day, even in my sleep." They stated, taking a drag from a nearly put out cigarette. The officer across from them wrote down any clue that might help. "Then what? We need every bit of detail you can remember." The person across from him inhaled deeply, wiping a tear from their cheek with the cigarette between their fingers. Their black acrylic nails raking across the back of their neck so hard they could've drawn blood. He recognized that. He did that whenever he remembered.
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It was a dark cold night-the night where the birds lay dead on the cold ground, listening in to the deceased whispers. This is the night where blood was once spilled. Jeremy hid behind a tree, holding on his thigh-his thigh was bleeding as he got stabbed. Jeremy looked at his wound, cursing under his breath. Jeremy looked around to see if anyone was nearby, there wasn't anyone nearby but he could hear the screaming of his pals. He could do nothing but to weep, he got out of his hiding spot and went deeper into the woods. He was wincing in pain as he dragged his injured leg. It was dark, too dark to the point even the moonlight couldn't provide light. Jeremy tripped over a tree root, he winced in pain, squeezing his injured thigh in pain. He soon heard a twig being snapped close to him. He pulled himself together, getting back on his feet. Dragging his leg once more. This time he raised the pace, panicking as he knew that he was being followed. He soon came across an abandoned truck that was in a small field. He smiled in relief, getting inside of the truck. He heard movement from his right, seeing a silhouette of a being that was coming closer to him. He panicked, climbing to the other seat to close the door. Once the door was closed, he locked the doors-backing away after. The door handle was being pulled aggressively but soon stopped. He took off his jacket and wrapped it around his thigh, he winced in pain as he made it tight. He looked around the truck, trying not to move too much. He eventually found a pen and a piece of paper. He started writing on it as a way to let anyone who came to the amusement park to leave immediately. first chapter of "The Drafted Reality and Dreams" has been rewritten! it's a bit shorter and has the same details just like the first chapter originally did. ⚠️ !This novel includes drugs, murder/murderers, cussing, suicide! ⚠️ [Draft] - No Proofreading or editing.
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