Ladies and gentlemen. After one week of nothing published out, We are back. Let's get back to work straight away.
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My name's Farrae Montana and I had this weird dream lately. I couldn't see actually but, a voice was talking to me. I don't know how to say it. It was special. It was far from me, so I couldn't really hear it. I wanted to get closer to it by all means, so I checked if my feet was there. They were. I started moving. But little by little as I got closer to the voice, my energy started depleting. It became harder to hear. But I could hear someone talking. After some point, I finally reached the voice but it all happened in two seconds. And the voice she heard was the same as the one she heard before passing out. A sweet childish voice saying,"m..oomm.mm..".
People say that a child's cry is important to a mother. Its the easiest way to let the mother know if something's wrong. But the cry she just heard was different. It was a cry for help. A cry of despair. And as soon as Farrae heard it, she knew it was her youngest daughter..., Montana Bob.
Suddenly, she came back to reality with a burdened mind. She thought about it before even breathing.
"(Farrae)..(What if I was just preventing my daughter from being.......happy ?)"
And in that fraction of a second, she realised that until now, she could not get grasp of her new body. She realised she never could control it. Because everytime she wanted to kill, it just happened. And its not like there's a manual to dictate her how to do things. She could wait and see. Or she could try to communicate with her body's mind. At least, try because so far, she couldn't stop herself from doing reckless things. And its not a miracle she survived, its because she had back up she made on her own. Otherwise, she would have been gone a long time ago.
To be continued.
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