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12 years ago remained a nightmare for me. Years past but that horrible nightmare haunted me so vividly when a bullet was shot through the head of my friend. He fell down heavily right in front of me. Feeling confused, afraid, and whatsoever it was named was mixed up in my head. I did not know what I was supposed to do at that time, but crying. 

Now 12 years has passed but anytime that moment shadows me, the exactly same feeling will wash over me. It feel as if I don't do not anything good to make a change although it happens over and over again right in front of me. 
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I walked along the path heading to the end, cold and dark with no lights. The wooden walls built around the place prevented the lights from outside to penetrate in. When I arrived there, I put a bouquet of white lily on a white marble written ‘Zie’.

“I am home,” I whispered.

I sat beside the tomb, taking out some cookies and two boxes of our favorite milk. “How are you doing there? Are you okay? Do you eat well?” I rubbed the tomb gently. “Wait for me,” I whispered.  
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Tale Of The Half-Blood Wizard

"Falak will not prey anyone who still awake when the light is still high up there. That's the key," Antonie continued. "I have been living here for almost a year and he has known that I will be awake during those hours. That is why he only glances at my cage and then leaves," this statement at least answered my curiosity, about his knowing the schedules of that monster's coming.  


Still wondering what made me stay in this prison, I could not speak anything. I was sure that I did nothing that could harm the black witches group or anything so that I deserved to be treated like this. 


Antonie asked me to sleep again because the light had not shown up yet. The hissing sound from the bottom floor disturbed me a bit, especially the thoughts that I could die any time any minute prevented me from resting my eyes. 


40. Mickey II