Wednesday, September 28, 2011

12.04

I was wiped for not putting an Ikea desk together right. I was sent to an old family friend's trailer. I watched as the character from my book was raped and forced to perform many things on a man and then I fainted from fear as they came for me. I woke in a room watching my best friend get shot and as I tried to save her my other friend is crying in this room, and my boyfriend is getting shot as well. He wasn't dying but the blood kept pouring out and sliding down his face. He kept licking at it like tears. I couldn't find my voice to yell at him.

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