Chapter 1 (First draft of chapter 1)

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Sirens wail, replacing the piercing screams.
Who does that scream belong to? Please.

I can't move, unable to breathe I gasp for air. I can do nothing more then to watch as I crash to my knees, staining the grass, with a dark red wine colour while, reality begins to kick in.

Any attempts of dismissing the truth begin to escape. I feel dizzy. Is this a dream? Why is everything dark? Where am I?

Where are they? Where are they.
Why wasn't it me. Why wasn't I there?
Then I hear a voice, and I scream.

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