Blanket

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I'm under my blanket now. Thinking that it can save me from her.
Foolish, right?
None can be saved from her. She's here in my room and I'm here under my blanket.
She's coming closer. I can feel it. No one has seen her and the ones who did are no more to be found.
I regret taking this blanket from that old lady. She said that it was special.
She's coming closer and closer. Someone's pulling the blanket. I can see her. She looks beautiful and her eyes are purple. But she is above me floating in the air...
-Scar

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