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Written by; AlexTheAmazing1.

Edited by: Once again, AlexTheAmazing1.

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Hello, my lovelies. 'Tis is I, The Secret. I want to share something with you, but promise me, child, you will not tell anyone. If you keep your promise, you will live a normal life, it's not like those chain messages that tell you if you send this to 10 people, it will grant any of your wishes. My dear child, it's not like this in the real life. It isn't all sweet and happy, we have dark moments that we share with the people we love.

But, tell me, young child, can we trust? Can we tell our darkest, deadliest secrets to our 'bestfriends'? You might think they'll keep it, let me tell you this, my children. There is NO such thing as 'bestfriends'. They'll either leave or back stab you. Now, tell me, young child, is it all fun and games when you tell a secret? That we have it behind us, let me tell you my secret. And you won't be able to tell anyone, because your body will rot in a coffin. Now, let's hear my secret. . .

Here we are again, trapped in our insecurities and worries, they eat our mind and thoughts. They're like monsters, we can't sleep because of them. We shiver and gasp when we hear something strange, our anxiety gets the better of us, as we cry ourselves to sleep. Again and Again, we think it leaves for good, but it comes back.

'Why can't it leave?' Is our everyday thought, why can't we be normal? Why can we have a normal, healthy day, without crying when looking at ourselves and cutting, we want to live like you. . . We want a reason to live. We want to drink like and eat, but when we do, we cringe and force the food out our mouths. Anorexia, we starve ourselves, how long will we last? Not long, my child.

Eternity sleep, death. Are they the same? Do we believe in the afterlife? Is there such thing? We die of blood or broken heart, they're different kinds of death. Shot, stabbed, suicide, different kinds. Do you ever wonder how you will die. Will you see heaven or hell? Is there a heaven or hell? Or will our forgotten souls roam the earth for eternity? How would you like it?

Will we enter the gates of heaven, or the eternal fire of hell? Once in a while we wonder what will happen if we die, will people miss us? Will they mourn over your grave, hoping you could hear their prayers? Will they cry everyday, and wish you were still there? Or will they forget you, not caring at all. Death, eternal sleep, they are mysterious words, aren't they?

We stay up late at night, reading or watching scary stuff. You jump or scream when you read or see something scary. You're not able to sleep properly, nightmares and frightening creatures flash in your mind when you close your eyes. You bury your head deeper in the cover, trying to maintain your shivers.

You hear the creaking of footsteps on your stairs, your eyes widened as you hid deeper in the covers. Once the footsteps stop, you peek your head out of the covers, only meeting the eyes of your worst nightmare. They grin and claw at you, you scream. Blood pours from you mouth, as the monster continues,

''You can't escape the nightmare.''

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