PROLOGUE

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The smell of smoke wakes my senses up. I scramble up to figure out my surroundings but there's no use, where am I?

I rub my eyes in an attempt to clear up my vision and I see the colors of red and blue pulsing through the broken glass.

Mom. Dad.

I frantically unbuckle my seatbelt and try to get out, but then I see her.

She's got blood all over her head. I grab her arm, shaking her violently and maybe too much but I can't be the only one left alone here. Who is she?

Please wake up. Wake up. WAKE UP! -

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