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I was sitting there getting ready to go out into the crowd, a rush of fear flowed through my soul, a deep and cold fear that of which I cannot explain. I studied all night long, reading the lines. Not for a night but for three months, a cold sweat rushed over my flesh. Creating a sticky feel on my skin that irritated me to death. I was fidgety and nervous, it was the coldest night I ever experienced. My mother and father told me that I was going to do fine and that the play would be a success but I didn’t believe them because I was so focused on what could have gone wrong, it was as if the world had come to an end only I was the only one to experience it first. It took a life time for the curtain to roll up, it was as if hells gates were opening into the fiery abyss. I saw the first victims go into the fire, it was lit up with about seven lights that seemed to burn the very flesh it touched. A boy and a girl first walked out into the light, almost immediately their skin began to melt, I was terrified, the look in their eyes didn’t change, it didn’t change at all. They were out there for about seven minutes, seven long minutes, yet their skeletal bodies were not showing. I would have thought that for sure their bodies would