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Escape to Hell
Jeremy gets away and we are spending time together at my family's. They all love him once they get to know him, and we even go out clothes shopping for him b/c he has none. I am SO happy - I feel that sweet, blissful and perfectly content feeling like I do when we're together in dreams. One day while outside, we see the bad people driev by and he's gone - that quick. One minute at my side, the next gone. But I understand. I go inside and tell Mom that the bad people might be coming and she helps me get rid of his things; even the new clothes, which was sad. They come and talk to me, but I say I know nothing. The next day my Dad comes to me and says he's going to take me to Jeremy and asks if I know where he went. I don't, he doesn't want anyone to know so we're not in danger. Even though I miss him, I never even consider trying to find him now - I tell my Dad all of this, that I fear the bad people following me and finding him, too. He says not to worry and asks again if I can guess where. I think and honestly can't.
Then it comes to me. "Hell!" I tell him. "He would've gone to the Gates of Hell."
My Dad brings me, somehow losing the bad people and I find Jeremy there. We're together again and my Dad leaves me with him even though he knows he'll never see me again. |