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    Night Terrors – (Chapter: Prologue)

    Story written on October 11, 2008 by GrayEyes16.
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    i’m just wondering why you haven’t taken my life…


    What’s the point in living? Life either gives you happiness or pain. It’s either or, you may be lucky to be given a happy life. You know, the perfect family, friends, neighbors, hell even a fucking dog with a white picket fence. The perfect life, with no real worries or struggles. No painful memories or emotional baggage. No nightmare filled dreams. No trials and tribulations of feeling pain everyday. Every waking moment. Or you can get a shitty life. I don’t see why we don’t have a choice. Aren’t we the ones who has to live It? Experience it everyday till we die. And yet we don’t have a say. If I had a say I wouldn’t want a life. I know I don’t deserve a good life and the life I have now I don’t want. So I don’t want one. If I had a say I wouldn’t have let my parents die in that crash. I wouldn’t have let them take me and my sister to experiment on and torture for years. If I had my say I would relish in the destruction of that lab that turned me and my sister into this. If I had a say I wouldn’t live my life, couldn’t live my life. The life of Ashley Davies.

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    1. so does this mean your back i havnt seen you on here in a while so you gotta post soon on all your stories this was hard too read but it was good none the less it was actualy prety well written like always pms please :)

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