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posted by Problematic129
~Genre: Fiction, mystery and कल्पना :)~
Chapter 29
    Who and what is it?
    Practically everyone in the room was leaving, the police had left already, to खोजिए the other places Dorothy’s been, hoping to find some evidence.
    Dad had stormed out when we were released and mom, Jess, and I were just leaving when a group of girl’s blocked my way, leaded द्वारा a lucid looking Meredith.
    “Your in our way.” Jess said, levelly. “Better get out of it.”
    “I’m not here for you,” Meredith threw a glance at her, before turning to me. “I’m here for that freak.”
    “Excuse me, that freak is my daughter.” My mom said, eyes blazing with fury. “The only one I have at the moment.”
    Meredith looked down for a second, before glaring at me. “We’ll be bring her back.”
    “Your not taking me anywhere.” I say. “Now हटाइए before the police have to come again.”
    Meredith doesn’t stir. “You think your so cool, well your not, and आप never will be. Just because Dorothy’s gone doesn’t mean anything’s going to change. So don’t act all tough, just get your butt over here.”
    “I’m not अभिनय tough, I don’t and never will think I’m cool, and don’t आप dare say anything about Dorothy.”
    “You threatening me?” Meredith glowers. “Because I highly suggest आप don’t.”
    “You Don’t scare me. Your pathetic, आप need your cronies with आप in battle instead of fighting on your own, and if आप threaten me, I’m telling the police. I’m sure they’d be glad to hear all about it.”
    “This isn’t between them, it’s between us.”
    “And what’s between us? We haven’t even been formally introduced, yeah we saw each other at the funeral but आप never walked up to me. We’ve never spoken, and we have nothing to talk about.”
    “Yes, we do.” Meredith says. “It’s sad, how आप think, your not and never will be cool. Dorothy was always better, आप killed her for no reason.”
    “I didn’t kill her!” Jess has to latch on my arm, so I won’t strike out.
    “Of course आप did, Dorothy never liked you, आप were always her least favorite, and she was always better. Who else would kill her?” Meredith laughed. “And the psychic thingy, wow, आप really are mental, not to mention messed up.”
    “I. Didn’t. Kill. Her.”
    “Just confess, and we’ll leave, tell them the truth. Trust me.”
    “I didn’t do anything! Why would I?! I loved Dorothy and she loved me! I would never kill her!”
    Meredith opened her mouth to retort. “Yeah ri-”
    “She’s telling the truth.” A voice behind her cuts off her words.
    We all turn around to see Serache, who’s standing द्वारा the door, listening to everything.
    Meredith scoffs. “Back off cousin, your not in the convsersation, go away.”
    “She’s not lying, she didn’t kill Dorothy.”
    “Oh, she didn’t. Then who, pray tell, did, cous?”
    “I know who did, I saw it, them, I was there that night, the night she was killed.”
    Time froze all around us.
    Meredith blinked rapidly. “What?!”
    “I wasn’t a part of it, I was too late, I saw it in a vision, right after I relived the night of our revenge on Cady, for telling everyone the group’s plan. She, appeared in there Mere, she is psychic. The vision was my nightmares, I’ve been having them for a while. I was hit द्वारा a bat and drowned, little did I know it was Dorothy’s experience.”
    “Nonsense!”
    “You know why I had visions of her death? it’s because in some way, we were connected. In some way Dorothy cared about me, greatly too, which is extremely creepy.”
    “I don’t believe it!”
    “Yeah, well आप better, because not to long ago, like just last night, I had a vision आप would never believe, and your in it.”
    “Yeah, what happened?”
    “I saw what happened the night Dorothy died.”
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आप never know what आप might write do you, आप could write about your life आप could even write a कल्पना novel but the one thing people have forgotten about for years is the Dark of Writing.
Not many know about this story all the normies know is that bad things happen all the time killings, earthquakes and tornadoes and और but what starts them what starts anything.
That is what the Dark of लेखन is it's death on the happiest दिन of your life, it's प्यार when its forbidden and its a death for a new life.
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When will this end?
Mass shootings
Terrorist attacks
Police brutality

They say it's just a gun control problem
They say it cannot be fixed
I say the problem is deeper
I say there is hope

When will this end?
Income inequality
Veterans living on the streets, penniless,
Dying द्वारा their own hands every day.

Some say they will make America better
But nothing has changed...
And I truly do fear
Nothing ever will

When will प्यार start?
The दिन we offer a hand to the fallen
Instead of cringing back in shock
And running away

When will our world change?
The दिन we प्यार too much to kill
The दिन others' pain becomes our pain
The दिन we act instead of just talking about it

"It's impossible"
"We're too broken to be mended"
"It's a hopeless battle"
Yes, it's hard, but let us try.
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Newly born
Squeals
Pitifully
A tiny voice raised high
Going nowhere
Confined
Confused
A single spot on the page

Then
It grows
And walks in waves and braves the कड़वा wind
Shakily on its spindly legs, it smudges the paper
गाना its first tune
A tiny tune
Twirling and whirling
It grows taller
And tougher
With every beat of its half-grown heart
It grows

Joined द्वारा others
They sing together
A forgotten voice
A reflection
Of लॉस्ट symphonies
Tooting their trumpets
They stand to attention
An army of discord
Marching forth
Into a brand new dawn