I am sitting here. I close my eyes. The darkness takes over again. I see two different memories play In my head. In one I am six maybe seven and I am sitting In the bathroom crying my pajamas have blood on them. I don't remember what happened. Or why I am bleeding but I'm In pain. All I see Is this bruised, crying child.
The second memory, I am older maybe 13 or so. Devil Is chasing me down the hall way he has knives In has hands, my heart Is racing. My legs aren't fast enough. I run into my room and try to close the door, but hes too strong. It fly's open. And that's all I see. I don't know what happens when he catches me.
My heart cries for those little girls with these unfinished stories.
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