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Dead Girl Walking ~ Part OneI couldn’t stop shaking; my hands were trembling even though they were tightened in a fierce grip with each other. My body still shivering with the cold within my veins, along with the fear and horror tormenting my nerves. Though I was safe in this room, I couldn’t get the image of him out of my head thus I jumped when an officer entered the room. He sat down on neat, wooden chair with his suit freshly pressed and stain-free since this morning. He laid a file on the table and began to browse through the pages, all neatly stacked and covered in the occasional coffee stain.
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“So, Miss...Walker, is that your name” He asked politely. I slowly looked up towards the officer, my gaze shifting from the reflective, steel table to his gentle, worried expression that ran across his face.
“Yes” I replied
“Okay, umm...could you please explain to me why you are here?”
“I-I had to escape”
“Escape? Escape from who?”
Then I remember