Not the bad man...

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AMELIA’S POV My peaceful sleep was disturbed by a loud knock on the door, it felt like there was a loud earthquake and the world was about to come to an end. My head seemed to pound in synch with the person that was assaulting the door and I didn't even know what to do to stop the headache that was slowly forming in my head. I felt like the person that was knocking on my door was coming straight from my dream because I had been dreaming that there was a bulldozer that was trying to break down my door while for some strange reason I was trying to stop them from coming in using my head. I tried getting up from the bed but I felt like I was being held back by something, It was as if something was holding me down and refusing to let me go. I felt like there was something heavy on top of me e

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