Abbie

Have no fear to ask for help, but death threaten never helps you started to lose your head see nothing there that *wraps around you* and *which is there are vines wrapped around your arms, his magic* You are one of us now queen of the hell *you try to stop me and I push you away* hahah *you got up, but I was the one that got out and then you were trapped in the mirror * hide or run what does i become? say your mother say, Charlie, sweetheart, a tea Charlie, Charliestart kil