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She always felt a split-second behind her own body, as if her movements belonged to someone else and she was just watching them arrive. Under the gaze of others, the lag narrowed.
So here it is, that I am now standing in a darkened room, facing the full horror of what I had become; what I had to do.
A dark deserted road suddenly was smothered in thick white fog as a silhouette of a small red fox ran through the road and disappeared as quickly as it appeared.
Abigail Williams sat in the dark not even a candle piercing the shadows. The last witches would hang in the morning, she couldn't wait.
Sorry, Internet is broken in my camp, this is the first time I've had it. So sorry.
The day dragged on without incident. Darren was told he would begin his treatment with Dr Peterson tomorrow and that he should just relax until then.
A large orderly removed Darren's handcuffs at 7.30 the following morning. He didn't speak to Darren other than to say "Be Nice!". Darren sat up in his bed and stared at his surroundings.
"Do you like how you feel, mortal?" The voice asked me. "I don't, your fragile flesh disgusts me." The voice added sounding almost feminine. "If you don't like it then give it back." I said.
Mad Millie May. Bad Millie May. Sad Millie May. Did you hear. The new girl. Yes. Her parents. Dead. And her brother. Dead too. Recently. Yes. Foul play suspected. And nobody knows anything else. No.