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He had money and he had power, he had everything at his finger tips, he could have any woman he wanted, he was generous with his tips, he was the life and the soul of the party, popular in so many quarters, he had the life that most people dream of, yet there was something not quite right.

For though despite seemingly having the midas touch, in his home, he would sit alone and contemplate his state of mind, of which he could never quite sort out, you see darkness, fear and anxiety always followed him causing doubt. He would sit with a head full of chatter replaying every word he ever said, every act he ever did, he could not silence the chatter and it was particularly annoying to him, so he decided this night to go out, and take a drive and as he raced around the narrow bends, images flashed in his head, about a young pretty girl he and his friends had rape then left in the icey cold and the police found her in the morning dead where she was very pale and white after there was no more blood to be bled. Now since that day this event had messed with him bad and caused him mental health. On this night however underneath s full warm night, star fooled and full moon sky, he thought he saw her standing around the bend, right in the middle of the road, he swerved he skidded, he could not hurt her again he thought before his car went through a barrier and then plunged off of the cliff, and by the time it had come to rest, there was truly very little left. You see what he saw was an aperition, brought on by his guilt, at least that’s what I think it was, until a figure looked down from the cliff, a female figure, that seemed so sad and frail, with a truly white ashen face, who turned and walked away, after she had witnessed his fate. Then as she walked down the moon lit road, she just faded simply away. You see it doesn’t matter how successful he’d become, the guilt and shame would always get in the way and when you commit such s terrible deed, understand one day you will rightly pay.