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Flashback into the Past

For Claire it was a normal day like always, you wake in bed with a stranger who you believed you saw last night, and you feel quite sore, as he was beating you all night. Abuse, is a good way to put it. It’s scary to realized you remember nothing from the night before, let alone anything. Claire was feeling quite uncomfortable that day. So I lied today is not normal, it’s abnormal, to my point of view.Claire couldn’t get out of the bed, like how you feel during the time you have to get to your school. Claire got out of the bed, preparing herself for what’s to come. She laid her feet down on the floor lightly for she didn’t want to risk her chance of escaping, by waking her attacker. Claire sadly ruined her chance, and her attacker woke up unexpectedly. “Why are you leaving so soon?” He brushed her hair as if they were in such a serious relationship. She look into his eyes, so pathetic to kidnap such a young girl who’s 14 years old. “Don’t touch me!” Claire slap his hand away and proceeded to leave. The attacker grabbed her by the neck and slammed her into the floor. “I wouldn’t leave paradise.” Claire screamed in agony. “But, I would leave the depths of hell, when I had the chance. I’m leaving your sick paradise. The type of paradise where kids never see home again, I don’t call that paradise, I call it evil.”  The attacker grabbed Claire by her neck once more and strangled her until she had no breath to spare. The attacker smiled lightly and laid her on the bed. “ It’s so sad, you died so young.” He laughed and left her dead body to spoil` . He closed the door and got into his vehicle.

Reminiscing The Time, Is He the Guy

 

I laid on my bed. I had one of those nightmares again, where the past haunts you into the present. Claire, my 14 year old sister died just two years ago, and they found her body ten days ago. She still haunts me, the people say, like it’s a bad thing. But, I kinda feel like...It’s a warning. Her killer was not found. And my parents seemed to have forgot about it and act as if it was normal again. I don’t think I will ever be normal again. I lost my younger sister. And i’m off to college. We always debated whether my sister could have my room because it was bigger. Those times I will never forget. It’s hard to walk into the hallways of my house in the night. To use the restroom, I have to pass by my sister’s room, which I can’t even bare to look at. I feel like i’m to blame for her death, and I can’t even find her killer, and the police seemed to have forgotten about the homicide, and I don’t even know how to become a Veronica Mars, or a Sherlock Holmes to even figure it out by myself. It’s hard enough on top of that because there is more problems to my life, and I can’t even figure out those particular problems. I heard footsteps come along on the staircase. My mother opened the door, “Sweetie, It’s time to go. I love you so much.” She came to hug me and I hugged her back. “Goodbye mother, I wish you well.” She smiled and grabbed my suitcases and guided me out of the room. I turned around giving it one last glance before leaving it vacant. I kissed my father and they watched as I sped away from my home in my sports car they gave me when I was sixteen. After fourteen hours of driving from Atlanta to New York. I finally made it to my destination. I moved myself and my luggage into the Art institute of Manhattan. I was welcomed by the secretary of the college and was guided once more. She guided me into my dorm room and gave me the key. “Good Luck! I have a huge feeling you will be one of the best here. Unfortunately, you will have to share your room with a boy, I know that’s not what you wanted but -.” “No, It’s fine, Thank you. As long as I get my assignments done, I will be ok.” The secretary put my bags down with a smile and left the room with a slight slam to my dorm room’s door. Who is this person I will be sharing my room with, who is he? In ten minutes I answered my own questions. I felt a slight tap on my shoulder, I panicked and attacked. “Whoa, jeez calm down. I’m your roommate.” I frowned and then looked into his eyes which I believe says trouble. “I apologize.” “No, it’s fine.” He unpacked his bags and made his bed then proceeded to move to the bathroom to take a quick shower before class. I had a strange feeling about this boy, like he’s up to something. I waited until I heard the water of the head fall down on to the floor of the shower. I bent down, and went through his stuff. Then I found a picture of my dead sister. “HEY WHAT ARE YOU DOING!” Dumbfounded, I got up to see my roommate quite angry. “What’s this.” I said quietly. He remained unresponsive and snatched the photo out of my hand. “What concern does it it have towards you.” “One, you have a dead body photo in your bag, and that dead body is my sister. WHY DO YOU HAVE THIS!?” He turned away and a tear came down his face. “She’s, um. Never mind.” He’s a fake. He might be her killer. I’ll wait and see. “You killed her didn’t you?” He smiled lightly. “That’s for you to figure out.” He walked out of the room with a slam of a door. I know now, I know.

A Daydream dressed like a Nightmare

 

I sat on the floor completely silent thinking about what he said. I felt fairly scared. Sharing a room with a suspect is not what I attended to happen. I didn’t feel like going to any of my classes that day. I decided to stay in the dorm alone. My door opened. It was the boy.  “I never introduced myself.” I stared at him, “You don’t need to.” I rolled my eyes. He smiled and sat next to me on the floor as I moved away. “I’m going to anyway, the name is Charles. What’s yours?” I glanced at him, and I could see he was desperate to get an answer. “My name is Amanda.” He got up and walked around the room as if a ghost was following him. “Look I can’t keep this from you any longer, I’m investigating your sister’s death.” My mouth started to transition downward. I throw a pillow at him. “HOW CAN YOU NOT TELL ME THIS!!” “THIS IS WHY!!” I looked at him and I could feel the face burning tears running down my face. I moved over to my bag and got out my pistol. “Tell me...right now.” I whispered as I came closer. “What do you know about my baby sister?” Charles backed away afraid I might take his life. “Sit down and put the gun away and I will.” I pushed the gun closer to him. “ Tell me right now or this gun’s bullet will be fired into your helpless little body. He stopped move back and moved forwards. Before I knew it two other men were in the dorm that just appeared there. I screamed for help, and then everything went black.

Gunshot. Grunt. Darkness of unconsciousness.

How can you do this to me

 

I woke to the sounds of tears and cussing. At first it was blurry until I saw what actually happened. Charles was dead. And so was one of his friends or should I say, suspected murderer. I got up slowly off the floor and clutched my chest. I was really close to being shot, a little too close. It was dripping just specks of blood on the carpet, but not enough blood to put my close to death body in the emergency room. I stood staring at the man who seemed to be choking on his own tears. He got up and walked towards me with the gun, I most likely accidently shot Charles and his friend with. “I’m going to kill you!!!” He started running towards me and I moved over to the side. I didn’t realize there was a fireplace right behind me and my attacker flew right in the flames of the furious fire. I turned around and watched him burn for a few seconds. I wondered if I should call for help. But, he taken too many lives to live himself. Even him being dead doesn’t repay all the lives that he had taken, in fact he had almost taken mine. So i’m sure I was not going to be the only one. I picked up my bags and suitcase and ran out of the dorm. Is this what happened to my sister, only she was the dead one. Possible. Wait….the picture!!! I ran into the dorm room as fast as I could and received the picture of my dead sister. I ran back out. I examined the picture closely. My best friend’s father was in the car, in the background… In the same type vehicle the suspected

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