Zu Tanzen Mit Tod
Author: Inquisitive (Ink)
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I don't own them. Disney does. I don't make any money off of them. Disney does. I will never make any money off of them. Disney will. I'll be this repetitive in court too, so why not save yourselves allot of boredom and not sue me? : )
A/N[1]: This is going to be a horror story. Some parts are most likely going to be pretty gross. If this bothers you, please don't read it. I do not wish to be responsible for people's nightmares. If however you are like me, and gross horror stories amuse you, enjoy! : )
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"Don't come any closer."
"Okay, I'll just sit right here."
"What do you want?"
"My name is Dr. Golding, I'm a psychiatrist, I'm here to help you."
"No one can help me."
"Why do you say that?"
"It's after me."
"What is?"
"... I don't want to talk anymore."
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start tape 2001437
"How are you feeling today?"
"I'm alive."
"You don't sound too happy about that."
"If you had been through everything that I have been through, you wouldn't exactly be a ray of sunshine either."
"Well, that's what were here for. I want to help you get through what happened."
"Your talking as though I'm going to be here long enough for any of this to matter."
"Why wouldn't you be, are you suicidal?"
"(laughter) No, I'm not suicidal, at least committing suicide would be my choice."
"So you believe you are going to die?"
"I know I'm going to die."
"Does this have something to do with what happened at your school?"
"Yes."
"And with what happened to your friends?"
"Yes."
"What did happen to your friends?"
"...............................