Footsteps
"I can't leave her. I must save her."
"I cant hear myself think
This can't be real
Hold me close my love
It's our souls they will not steal"
Heart beating loud
The only sound he hears
Then, he hears her voice
Her screams getting louder
The closer he got
He runs to the door
Noticing the blood on the floor
The screams cease
And he fills in the missing piece
Her death would not be in vain
The footsteps get louder
As the killer got closer
He looks in the mirror on the wall
Griping the knife tighter
As he turns towards his next victim
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Christiana Strauss
I married my editor. He is the love of my life. And my inspiration everyday.
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