TW: mentions of rape, sex, depression, suicide, smoking, alcohol, and explicit language. Andrea Olmstead was an airtight woman. It had taken years, but she had
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I hid behind a black tree, it looked like it had been burnt, all the trees looked like it. There were no leaves, no living

RECAP: Last time I had told Luna about my dream (When I say that I mean parts of it). I told her about the call

RECAP: Recently I had this bizarre dream about these weird sounds and an orange light coming near my friend Luna’s house. It seemed like everyone

Beads of sweat formed on my forehead as I reached for the doorknob. I turned it and… pulled determinedly as my heart skipped a few beats.