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I am in a really large house with glass windows and beautiful paintings. The kitchen had a chef and there were two islands where one of my friends Matthew was sitting. I went up to talk to him and my mom came just after, he asked her whether or not he could have a drink and she said yes and I said no jokingly. She yelled at me and told me that I was being disrespectful. Matthew and I then sitting on two white chairs with our laptops. He goes to the washroom and an indian boy around my age comes upstairs and puts a knife to the back of neck and tells me to get up. He says “this is for the best” and lights a match and puts it on the ground. He forces me to walk down the stairs into the basement, ties me to a chair and turns of all the lights. I say “hello” over and over again but no one replies. Eventually I try to get up but he puts what I think is a needle up against my neck. I begin crying. I then hear a boy screaming loudly (who I assume to be Matthew) and hear the roaring of a fire. I scream loudly trying to allow someone to hear me in which time the young indian boy sticks me with the needle.

Five masked guys were crowded round my boyfriend who lay on the floor all bloddy. One guy had a gun. Two guys had knives and the other two guys were wearing knuckle buster. The two with knives propped my boyfriend up and the knuckle buster guys were throwing punhes at him. I was helplessly strapped ti a chair screaming and shouting for them to hurt me instead. But they didnt listen. They had damaged beyong repair. But they the two with knives got hold of him cutting him making the puddle of bloob double. Then he brought out the gun and thats when i started to scream as loud as i could. But i couldnt watch i just couldny

Standing in the garden of my childhood house with my sister, we both know a man is going to kill us. run inside and drop my economics book, and calculator. once inside i try hiding from the person trying to get me. there is girls from my school sitting on the couch. i hide behind a chair. a large Pakistani man came into the room with a rifle and shoots the girls from my school, who have also turned into Pakistani people. i watch them get shot and i know im next. i wake up.

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