In the darkest of the night, not a light from the moon or the stars above. The time is calm. Not a soul around me and then I see a shadow not moving just lying there. Because of my curiosity, I can't help but to move towards the shadow for a closer look.
As I get closer, my hearts starts to pound so loud that I feel like it's in my ears. It skips a beat, my eyes widen, and a cold chill runs through me. I realize it's a body of a young girl. Laying stiffly, eyes open and looking towards the dark sky, hands folded across her chest. Who leave this young girl laying here to rest?
I'm moving forward and it seems that as I do, a light begins to shine out of no where. I knelt down to examine her. There were no wounds or blood anywhere. It was like she was sleeping, but there was no movement from her chest to indicate she was breathing.
She seems so familiar as she stares back up at me. Brown eyes that scream she is finally at peace. Like a ton of bricks it hits me that this female laying lifelessly is me. Laying calming, not sleeping but awaiting; awaiting for my spirit to be uplifted and drift to the world above me.
This is the story of Jane Doe
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This is the imagination I possess, the passion I uphold, the intriguing that I cause you to have. Enjoy the journey into my mind, heart, soul, and depths of my freaky nature.
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