‘ I could see a silhouette of a little girl, she was staring into my eyes, her hair was matted with blood, her hair was draped all over the side of her face, she was wearing a scruffy dress, her hair was knotted and her dress was a black sardonia. I quickly ran back over to the dresser, I started to walk away towards the door and the paper started to shake, the window began shaking. I looked at the clock, it read 11:17 am. ’‘ What could I do? I was a monster. I was seeing things. I was the victim. The lives of my thirst. But I was never actually dead. I was still in my own body. I was on the ground, and I looked at my hands! I felt fresh blood gushing from my ears and legs. I could not move. I couldn't even move. I felt my tongue shaking. I could feel eyes staring back at me. I could hear it breathing. I could feel the bones going toward my head. Then I felt myself being torn, pulled, and then the blood trickled down my chest. I cried for all the world I loved. But I was finally dead.
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