Part34: The Last Straw

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Fear striked her eyes as she looked down at the knife, "if I don't do this; I will die." Her mother with blood staining her white tee looked at her daughter. "Emily, he's all in your head, do you see a man anywhere?" She looked at her mom, then back to the window. "He's there. Don't you see him?" Pulling Emily's mother to her feet, her dad helps her to the car. "I need to take your mother to the hospital, let's go."

"I can't."

"We're going young lady." He Yanks her up by her arm and pulls her to the door. "He won't let me leave, he won't let us leave." As she said those words, the world went black.
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"Em?"

"Emily?"

"Renae?"

Silence filled the room, then screams filled the silence. A loud chuckle and bright lights blind Emily's dad, making him wonder what was to happen next.
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"Who's first?" A dark, almost distorted figure raises a finger. The light flickers on, Emily sitting on the far, opposite side of the room.

"Please, don't hurt them." The figure walked over to her, bocking her dads view of Emily. "Don't you get it Emily? You did this, you thought me up."

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