Twenty-seven deaths. Twenty-seven lives. Five murders. Four arsons. Twenty-one accidents.
All could've been stopped. By me.
Now you know my past. Now you know the nightmares that wake me up in the middle of the night. And have me moving to the middle of the bed every time I have them.
Do what you will with this information. Sell it online. Savor every bit of it. I don't care. I am whole, now. My soul is reassembled. And there is nothing anyone can do to shatter it again.
Twenty-seven scars. That's all. That's all that'll ever be. All that ever was. I am the Weapon of Good and Evil, truly, I am. But I make my own path. I write my own fate. I change my own stars.
Maybe you can, too. With just the right amount of sight.
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In the Middle of the Bed (A Saira Collings Story)
FanfictionAs you may have guessed, this is the story about Saira Collings. Or, more accurately, twenty-seven stories about her. Some you know; some you don't. Read the tales about the woman who has seen and caused more death than any other. Read to find out j...
