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From: MSN Nickname×мiss●diøя  (Original Message)Sent: 5/10/2006 7:09 PM

& T h e  C a u s e  O f  F e a r .                         . D e s t r o y  Y o u .

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. B y  D e m o n s  B e  D r i v e n .

 A mixture of emotions go through the head of a young Rachel who sits down still on her bed. The look on her face shows fear. It ate at her soul everytime she thought about it. If only she couldn't feel anymore. Her body is very still and potrays a calm and peaceful girl even though there's so much going through her head right now. It's ironic seeing as the girl is only dressed in her undergarments which may have been because of the fact that she had just had sex. She lifts her head to look up at the door due to a sudden noise. It's him again.. he's here? But what does he want from her now? She gets out of her bed and walks towards the door still trying to conceal her inner weaknesses. Placing her hand against the door she can almost feel the banging inside of her. It gets louder and louder each time. She pulls her hand back at looks at it then looking back at the door. It won't be too long that the knob on that door will fall off and let him inside.

What am I? she thinks looking inside of a mirror. Yes she has now made her way to the bathroom. She looks into the reflection of her own cold blue eyes trying to unfold some sort of truth about herself. All her life she had been living a lie. Tears run down her cheek while she's trying to grasp the last few moments of her life. Is this it for her? The banging on the door is still growing louder as time flys by. She throws her fist at the mirror immeditaley shattering it into peices which fall onto the floor. The expression on her face is horrifying as she looks at her fist that is covered in blood. There's a feeling of nausea coming over her as she drops her hands into the sink and turn the tap on. After washing the blood out from her hands, she feels relived. Blood scares her. Now face in both her hands she begins to cry out loud. After a while she picks up some sort of green liquid and with a swab dabs it onto her open wounds.

   

Cherie [c] 2006



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