'Why do my fears come true?' It's the question she asked, as she lied on her back. She gazed at the mark left behind by the family she no longer had.
The one thing she had left was snatched away from her, and it hurt her bad. It was a repeat of history. It left her with no happiness, no glee. All she had left was memory.
She had given up as she collapsed to the cold floor. Her feelings came pouring out, like she just opened her heart's door.
Life was cruel. To her, it was brutal.
She closed her eyes as the monster before her marched forward. The footsteps of the creature were loud and cut into the silence sharper than a knife.
"It was a good life."
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