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It was an unpleasantly cold winter's night; dark, mystifying, the moon was sheltered by the murky looming clouds

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It was an unpleasantly cold winter's night; dark, mystifying, the moon was sheltered by the murky looming clouds. I felt anxious and uneasy it was just a little past midnight and Annie, my beautiful daughter, was due home at eleven. Annie is my rock, my shining star; we have a bond that is unimaginable, indescribable. I sat in the chair opposite the window and just gazed, my mind was wondering in all directions. Treacherous possibilities of what could have happened to my angel dwelled on the top of my mind and I began to feel ill in the stomach. I couldn't just be seated and do absolutely nothing, I had to inform the police, I had to inform them that my Annie could be missing! 3:30 am Several hours later, the police were on the job researching the whole neighbourhood, the whole city, but still no signs of Annie! I couldn't comprehend the reality of the situation, what could have happened, not knowing anything was agonising! ...read more.

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I shoved and pushed to move forward to see my Annie, and there she was curled up, looking almost possessed. I was shattered and traumatized, I crouched beside her hugging her, wrapping my arms around her, but it wasn't the same, she wasn't the same. "Who did this to her? What happened?" I screamed at the doctors. One of the doctors began to say, "Um...uh...Annie was uh..uh raped" I was speechless, this wave of energy came over me and I jumped to my feet and started to run for the exit doors. I didn't know where I was going or what I was doing. I felt revitalized, a completely new human being, I kept on running until I got to Jack Richardson house, Annie's boyfriend, I knew it was him who harmed Annie and I just couldn't let him get away with it. I smashed the front door, with still a lot of energy inside me, ran straight for the kitchen I knew exactly where the knives were kept, grabbed the sharpest one and took the most giant steps upstairs. ...read more.

Conclusion

I had no clue of what happened, next thing I knew I was in a strain jacket at the back of van. I wasn't quite myself that day, I wish could apologise for others. I was a noble man, a committed father, a respectful citizen but I guess we're all in our private traps, clamped in them, and none of us can ever get out. We scratch, and claw but only at the air, only at each other, and for all of it, we never budge an inch. Sometimes we deliberately step into those traps, but other times they're engraved into our souls, waiting to take over and damage our lives. Anything could trigger their break out; their dominance will overshadow our mind, that's when we start to go mad! We all go a little mad sometimes! It's awfully chilly, a breeze seems to be coming in from the outside world. They've placed me in a prison, an isolation ward, a dark disgusting, decaying, cold grave. I hate what I've become, I hate the illness, the other half, the raving maniac, inside me. ...read more.

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