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Chapter one

 (authors note, this may include profanity and a mention of suicide anddd murder, please click off if you don't like these things.)

You thought where you were was home, but it never was. You found out by overhearing "Mum" talking to someone on the phone about it. "Mum" kept her identity hidden so you only knew her as Mum. After that, you had an uneasy feeling, nearly distorted.  She swept by and you managed to catch a faint "Pack up your things, we're going on a trip." You headed to what you once called your room, now it was more of a hotel room. After you packed clothes and your other needs You tied your shoes and left the building into the car "Hey, do you want to sit in the front?" You had to think quickly and you definitely didn't want to sit near mum because she took you, who the fuck trusts a kidnapper? "No, I'll just sit in the back." you replied with a faint smile. Eventually, you arrived at a gas station for gas and snacks but you had a quick thought of running away, but you never knew where you would go. 

At lunch you stopped at a diner and ordered a burger but then you heard mum ask something that made the hairs on your neck stand up "Why are you acting so weird?" you were shaking, "Oh, uh well I'm just anxious" you replied. She was definitely onto you. You continued eating and looked out the window, it was dark and rainy. Just how you liked it. Just as you finished the last fry mum payed the check and you were on the way to the hotel. You kicked trash out of the way so you could sit comfortably in the seat while looking out the window at the same time, you pulled up to an old hotel, probably around 80 years old. Mum checked into the hotel but when you walked into the room you dropped your things and gasped, 'this place is full of shit!' you thought to yourself. The walls were a faint yellow and the room smelled like cigarettes, the mattress was covered in cigarette burns and the curtain had a dark stain, not feces, but something much weirder. Mum walked in "They expect us to sleep here?" you whispered in an angry low voice, Mum sighed and went into the bathroom, after that you heard a scream that belonged to mum, you rushed to the bathroom and saw the faucet with a very dark dark brown color. Luckily you had brought a water bottle from the gas station. 

Later mum decided to just buy plane tickets.

You packed for the plane but mum decided not to go with you, "Someone will be waiting to pick you up." When you arrived on the plane you found out you were going to seattle, in the city to stay with two people named Paris and Joshua. After 2 long naps and continued true crime podcasts you were picking up the luggage. A sweet old lady approached you to chat but she didn't understand your accent, just then a boy about your age (or a girl, or just a friend, whatever type you like) walked up to the lady "gramma, they're saying that they're from Texas" you just stared at him, he was HOT in your eyes "oh, well why don't they have a southern accent then?" you giggled at that. (in this story you have a hevy british accent, lol) 

You got Alex's number and went to meet Paris and Joshua, lucky you. Paris was the only one, Joshua was in the hospital after slitting his wrists, Paris had short orange curly hair, they also always wore a rose quartz necklace. Usually you would feel homesick by now but you feel, safe.