The Baron Palace
- LECTURES 259
- Votes 23
- Chapitres 3
Tragedy happens to us everyday , every second with different scales but it soon to be solved and everything back again like the first mostly , in my case its different its my whole life , its the biggest tragedy .
"Please please don't" i was crying hardly trying to cover my screams and sorrow
" Why this always happens to me " tears won't stop, I tried to run fast and quikly i saw that place before but in my deep Dark deep dreams
(Those voice won't stop ) said the dark part in my head
I was running far , Far away with my tears.
" what are those voices? " he asked
" voices of doors closig and opening , thunder , voices of of of......"
" Be with me of what ? "
An ugly , heavy voice that makes me lose control on my nerves
But no i must run
" Just fight it back " John said with forced tone
No no fight i ran and ran , i hate Me wearing a dress in a place like that.
" Go find a shulter " john said
I did as he said , i ran to the nearst room
(John)
(John)
He is not answering me
I tried to get up and look around , putting my hands on the wall to be my supporter
(John please not now)
Still he didnt answer
My breathe started to be heavy , i imagine him with that ugly .....lasted smile , those foot steps , his hands.
Suddenly the room was lit
Oh god
I'm in The " Mirror room"
(Joooooooooohn ) i scream loudly breaking my lungs with that scream
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[A/N]
Hey Guys this story Is based on A TRUE STORY AND WITH ALL ITS EVENTS, I'm sorry for the grammatical and spelling mistakes I will make it as soon as possible , RIGHT NOW I NEED YOUR HELP SHARE , LIKE , VOTE AND SUPPORT
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