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+ 2	the soul taking pond [2]
+ 3	The Soul Taking Pond
+ 3	broken hearts confession [4]
+ 4	broken hearts confession [3]
+ 3	broken hearts confession [2]
+ 3	broken heart confessions

I got to my house I was afraid what my parents would blame me for what I did, they would hate me, disown me, they would beat me till I was on the verge of dyeing.

 I came home and told my parents my mom broke down and cried, my dad went to my brothers’ room and stayed there for 3 days straight. My mom was happy I tried to save him. Every night I have a bad dream about my brother we were at the pond were I left him, the black sun and the blood red sky felt like it was a bad time to sleep. I saw my brother floating inches away from the edge of the hill he slowly came closer to it. He is standing dripping wet while I am paralyzed, I can’t run, I couldn’t do anything. He looked at me in anger he crept closer and closer my eyes filled with shock and fear. I felt his wet, cold hands around my neck, choking me with hatred. I tried to tell him I’m sorry for leaving him like that. But nothing came out only gasp of air. I opened my eyes and seeing my dad his hands around my neck tears running down his face, a tear drop fell on my cheek.

“I’m sorry Alex, but if I can’t have a son with the other one dead.”

I felt under my pillow where I kept the baseball that Max gave me for my sixth birthday. I threw it at the lamp. My mom came running in hitting my dad to let me go but he didn’t.

I didn’t know how long I could take this my vision was fading and my lungs growing smaller I was dying I was close to death. My mom grabbed my pocket knife that was lying on my dresser. She stabbed my father to get him to stop. He screamed in pain and let go of me.

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