shaking with the force of my grief. "I'm angry at you, Dad. I'm angry at y

me, and how you were so tired of me, you saw death as an easier path to take than being alive and see

close to me will get tired of me and eventua

w, my tears mingling with the dirt on the grave. I could feel the cold of

on the cold marble. The darkness of the evening enveloped me, and I dr

d as I heard a stranger

urned to look at the owner of voice. It was an old

face etched with concern and worr

phone screen glowed with the time-7:30 PM.

rantic. "I'm sorry, Dad. I need to go.

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were deserted, adding to my growing anxiety. My pace quickened as I reached the

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say a word!" she spat, her voice thick with

an usual, sending me cra

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g to shield my head with my hands, but Lucy c

. They struck me with their hands and f

be family. The thought was unbearable. I was just starting my life. I hadn't even graduated high school yet. I was about to t

th, I pushed them off me. They tumbled to the floor, giving me a brief m

sense of dread washed over me. They couldn't be dead-the

nts eerie and unnatural. Their eyes were hollow, devoid of any sign of l

open the door, sprinting into the night. I ran for my life, the deserted streets amplifying my sense of despair

ion. I stumbled over discarded trash and clambered over broken crates, my breath coming in rag

faces obscured by the dim light, loitered near a graffiti-covered wall. They turned as I approac

rawled, a smirk playing on his lips. "A pretty li

raising me with a predatory gleam. "L

sh past them. "Please, just let me go," I begged

roughly. "Come on, sweethear

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nd I cried out, tears mixing

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t I might succumb to despair, a chilling silence fell over the scene. The

nce. The men fell silent, their faces twisting with unease. My vision was blurred by tears,

that danced menacingly on the brick walls. As he drew closer, the dim light revealed his comman

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