Place withheld · 2013-05-11 · from the DREAMVIEWS archive
I have a friend. I have known her for almost a decade now. She is this absolutely stunning redhead with green eyes. Model worthy. She is not only beautiful, but extremely talented, intelligent, loving, gentle, and kind. Her name is <PERSON>. <PERSON> is an extremely selfless person. The kind of girl who would give you the shirt off her back and her last five dollars to keep you from going without. Never asking or expecting anything in return. She was even a nurse at a hospital near by. <PERSON> was always there for me, through everything. She helped me through some of my darkest hours, but she sometimes tried to help the wrong people and got herself in a few particularly bad relationships and friendships with some less than desirable people. Three cheating abusive alcoholic assholes and one stalker later, <PERSON> was a proud mother of a little girl. A redhead like her. Four years ago, in November, <PERSON> would not answer her phone. Concerned, I went to her house. I found her lying on the floor in her hallway half naked, covered in blood and bruises, holding her four month older daughter who was dead. <PERSON> had been raped, her baby suffocated, by someone who stalked her frequently. I have never before or since seen anything more horrific than what I saw that night. <PERSON> moved away after that. We maintained our close friendship long distance. About two weeks ago <PERSON> moved back to town. Now, I am having these horrible flashback night terrors of how I found her coupled with my own conflicting situational emotions. Is there anyone who can help me figure this out? I do not like waking up in the middle of the night with those images in my head.
June 20 2010 Me and <PERSON> were in an area I later made out to be Austin, though it looked nothing like it, it still later held the metropolitan theme. But now it is not <PERSON>, its just…
the accounts read alike, found by meaning rather than by shared details
1. I walk up to a big light-brown bag and scare the shit out of the people in it. Similar to this in size (but still bigger). Apparently it is a vehicle. I had gathered a sack of BL manga to…
the accounts read alike, found by meaning rather than by shared details
<PERSON>, <PERSON>, and I lived in a very odd shaped (what I assume to be) apartment. The kitchen was shitty and small with chipped tile counters and off white cupboards. The entry/main room…
the accounts read alike, found by meaning rather than by shared details
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