"My thoughts are stars that I cannot fathom into constellations."
-John Green, The Fault In Our Stars
"What a treacherous thing to believe is that a person
is more than a person."
-John Green, Paper Towns
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Ian Kabra was trapped.
Then he heard it, like a phantom whisper:"Ian, I'm going to get you."
Amy's voice was loud, surrounding him."Ian, I'm at your parents room."
Ian tried to call out, to repent, to say he was sorry, and that he loved her, but his voice wouldn't work.
"Ian, they're dead."
No. Not again. The same nightmare, every night since Pukhansan.
"Ian, I'm at the stairs now."
Ian wanted to scream, to run away, to escape this madhouse.
But it was like he was welded in place.
"Ian, I'm at your sister's room."
Why, why did he do it? He liked her, no, he loved her.
"Ian, she's dead."
He knew. He knew this dream. He knew who was next.
"Ian, why'd you do it?"
He tried, once again, to tell her why his parents made him, but still no words came out.
"Ian, did you care?"
"Yes!" he wanted to cry out, but still no sound came
"Ian, I'm going to get you."
"No," he thought. "Not again"
"Ian, I'm here."
There she was. Amy Cahill, her skin pale, her herself dead, and wielding a knife.
A sharp pain arose in Ian's chest.
Ian woke up in a cold sweat.
Only a dream. It was only a dream. He looked at the clock.
6:42 am. Still time, still time to repent. The time was now. Right now.
He picked up the phone and dialed as quickly as his shaking fingers would allow.
A soft voice stuttered on the other end.
"H-hello?" it said.
Ian took a long breath, and said:"I'm sorry, love"
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