It took hours, but I finally found what I was looking for.
A small grey gravestone, hidden in an overgrown patch of flowers, was holding the answers to who had died. It was getting darker, but I could make out some writing engraved in the stone. I read the name aloud.
Vannessa Kriston.
My heart skipped a beat. That was my name.
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The echoes
Ficțiune generalăLoosely inspired by Scarlett & Ivy I made this at school so don't judge :) A sequel is coming out! Might be a bit scary for younger children, please only go ahead if you are fine that.
