When Someone Tells
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Thread Topic: When Someone Tells
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It was a cold day and dawn reached down on the golden shores of Los Angeles. I looked down at the ring on my finger and let a tear drop off of my face, hoping that one day he would return, but I knew he never would. People would always ask me how I knew my husband would never return, but my response was always the same. I just knew, and I had a feeling. I knew deep down inside why he was gone without a trace, and your are the first person I've told.
It all started on June 15, 1997. It was a nice summers day and he was heading off to the Navy base, but I didn't want him to go. I cried the days before that in mourning because I didn't want to see him hurt. I fixed a breakfast the morning of his departure, but added a..special ingrediant. I smiled as he enjoyed his food, but it didn't take him long to fall out of his chair as he slept.
I dragged him down the stair to the basement and sat him in a chair, but something happened. I started hearing the voices again, and they said KILL HIM, but I held them off. I don't know how long I kept control of my body, but I do remember what happened. I want the memories to go away, but they will be etched in my mind forever.
(Finish this in another class)
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