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    🎃🍂ThoughtsOfHalloween🍂🎃occifersubscriberuc-winner-lvl3featured-lvl1master-noderuc-votercrusader 2020-02-14 03:29:00 UTC

    WHAT DO YOU THINK?!

    I forgot what a normal life is. I forgot what happiness was. All I felt was anger and rage for what they have done. They took everything from me. And this is my story. And in my story I get my vengeance. When I was 12 years old I lived In a place where God himself only knows where. I got told that I was safe. I got told that they loved me and that I was meant for something. But I don’t think that. I think that I was meant for nothing besides to rot into nothingness. I never knew that I was being watched. I never got to know what real love is. I never got to know anything.
    I do not remember anything else besides a normal life. Childhood thats the word! It seemed so familiar but so unrecognizable. That word each time when I say it or think it’s like a rush of despair pushes me into the void of darkness, fears. Only the thing that everyone fears. I still yet have to find that out.
    I woke up from my nightmares. I could feel my fingers stiff not wanting to move an inch. My body drenched in sweat from the exhausting heat. I tried to open my eyes and take a look around and moved my body. Noises came from all around, they were indescribable. I felt something going all around my body. That’s when I realised that it was water. I was laying down in the water in the dark. A wall of heat touched me or did I touch it? It was warm too. I heard what sounded like muffled footsteps and muffled voices. One started to yell. But then I heard another person yell. I could barely understand him or her. “YOU DON’T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!” The person screamed on the top of his lungs. A loud bang came right after. Then I herd the person yell “FUCK!” There were some more noises but it sounded like a person opening a chest.
    An enormous gust of wind swept across my face making me feel cold and causing my body to shiver. I raised my arm to block the blinding light from my eyes. a hand grabbed my wrist. The voice was a mans voice and he said “Common, we gotta go.” As gun fire flew past our heads.

    Its just a writing prompt.

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