Okay I decided to restart this story...Im sure this will be better then the first :)
Pain...that's all that we feel in this damn town!
Each and every day we get sliced, crushed, stabbed to death you name it...the first time that I came here I thought it was a normal little town with people in it, but on that day, the day that I died I thought that-that I was gone, I wasint able to tell him that I loved him.
But then I felt...different..
My soul felt like it was being reborned, molded again into the same body I was born into and it felt...warm..
Like as if someone already knew we were going to die in the cursed town and they comforted us with a hug, a warm loving hug..
Then again im not here to talk about this town's bad reputation for the multiple death counts it has given us, but im still confuised why they keep killing us yet they want us alive...it's probably a sick joke they play on us, they enjoy seeing us die horribly.
Anyways im off track again, I was going to share my story on how I got here, I still get nightmare's from it that I sometimes wake up the others in my neighborhood sometimes the whole town...thankfully there all nice and tell me that nothings gonna keep me dead, well...as long as I stay in here.
Well besides all that I have told you before I guess I should just start my story-telling now.
It started when I was 8 years old. I was at the park with my mom, dad and 5 minutes ahead sister Rose.
I remember that day clearly, My green dress with white trimmings was flowing with the wind as I skipped around the park laughing.
Well, let's see how this goes :)
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