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Date Posted: 20:58:06 07/05/02 Fri
In reply to:
Tortalla
's message, "Kitaaiiiii..." on 20:26:24 02/27/02 Wed
To make a long story short:
She got out.
Just kidding! Let's get on to the real message!
Drip, drip, drip. You hear the dripping sound and look. Something is falling on the mist-covered floor. Moving your hand to swirl the mist away and see, more something drips. You catch sight of your hand and slowly look at both. They are covered in blood. More blood wells up out of them as you watch. Soon blood is seeping out of your pores, out of your entire body, staining your clothes and hair. You open your mouth to scream, and blood pours out of your mouth, choking you. It's welling up from all your orifices, your nose and eyes and ears, and you can't hear, breathe, speak. It's splashing harder and harder, you feel it splashing around you, flowing higher and higher, until you're drowning in your own blood, and you black out from terror and lack of air. Then all is clear. A cool breeze blows your body, devoid of surface blood. You can breathe, you can hear, but you still can't see. And that mist still wraps tightly around your heart, that horrible mist of doubt and guilt...the mist that whispers to you..."You...killed...Jake!"
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