• The darkness grew thicker, completely wrapping around my petite body. I was following a man. He was roughly around nineteen, maybe twenty, but nineteen was even pushing it. I followed him for what felt like hour. But couldn’t have been more than minutes. The back of him was glowing a vibrant gold, while the front of his body was completely encased in the darkness. As if he knew I was there and had a plan for me. There was something in his hand. But I couldn’t exactly tell what the object was with the darkness thickening around it. Did he know I was following him? He couldn’t have, my foot steps were completely silent. I shut my eyes for a moment. I had felt a massive migraine beginning to emerge across my forehead, behind my eyes, and on my temples. I had stopped moving when I opened my eyes. When I did so he was in front of me, with one hand wrapped firmly around my throat. He probably did this so I couldn’t run and scream, and draw attention to him. Especially to the scene he was about to make. I felt the barrel of a gun pressed against my forehead, right between my eyes. He whispered in my ear “Don’t scream, don’t Struggle.” He pulled the trigger. Bang. I died instantly. No struggle, no screaming.

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