"You don't understand,"Mina managed miserably.
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Turning onto her side she curled into a ball, rocking slightly.
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"I...as I was...dying?Was I dying?"
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She struggled to keep her voice from rising again.
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"I...I somehow saw him...Before he did it it was as if he looked at me. I don't know how I?understand this but I do...He knew me and...and he...he...well he did not hate me. Why would a person do this if they didn't hate?"
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She blinked as something occurred to her. Something?that should be more important but somehow wasn't in the face of everything else and all the emotions, so odd yet familiar that she was experiencing.
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"And he said something...in another language and your name...He didn't sound friendly then..."
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Straightening herself reluctantly she slowly attempted to sit up. wondering why she felt so shaky.
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"Did you know him? Do you know why someone would hurt me for being with you?"
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Why had she called this hurt? Well it did hurt, but was that even the proper term for such a thing? Of course not. She knew that but there was nothing to do about it.
I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed.
I get along with the voices inside of my head.
Kat