(Picture is Marina ^^^)
I keep having the same dream. Though, tonight the dream was a bit different. I wake up in the same dark, creepy attic on a small, broken cot. The same eery noises and same burnt tar smell... The thing that was different was that I could move freely without feeling nauseous. Two, dim candles hang on the wall giving off a dim light. The walls decorated in faded picture of a strange boy. Then, the ball if light showed in front of me. It gave off a bright light that made me squint my eyes when I look at it. I slowly reach my hand out to touch the strange light. But like every night.. I wake up. Sitting at my desk in 2nd period Math. The teach rambling about how this class has the lowest growth percent. Death of heart attack... 56. I tap my pen on the desk as I read over my notebook. Or as I like to call it.. "The Book of Death.."
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The Book Of Death
FantasyMarina was a normal girl... Well, her normal. With the ability to be able to know how a person dies she isn't very popular.. She keep a notebook and writes down all the deaths of peoples. She calls it "The Book of Death". Why can't she figure out t...
