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Nine opened her eyes staring up at the storming sky

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Nine opened her eyes staring up at the storming sky. The storm was not red. It was grey. A beautiful grey. Nine rolled onto her stomach, leaves sticking her her wet and bloody back. She stared ahead at the forest.

Lights.

There were lights.

Nine pushed herself up, breaking into a sprint. She jumped over roots, and branches. Laughing like a little kid. She ran through the rain into a street. A real street.

A lot of the houses were darkened, but one beside her were still on.

People.

She wasn't alone.

Nine looked up st the sky opening her mouth to the rain. Nine swallowed the fresh water. Nine walked along the concrete staring at the lit house. A vehicle was in the driveway, a path was leading to the front door.

Nine glanced around debating if she should just leave. Continue on her own wandering the streets. But then she looked to the house. Someone could be in there. Someone she could live with.

A family.

Eleven.

Nine bit her lip taking the first step on the driveway, following the path like the winding spiral.

She stared up at the door. She put her hand on the handel pushing down. It didn't budge. She furrowed her brows at the locked door.

Her eyes looked around the door for a key. Just to the side of the door was a small button.

Maybe this can open the door?

She jumped back at the sound, her eyes widening in fear. She turned to run and leave when the door opened.

Nine froze turning around to watch the person walk out.

A women.

Her hair was a light brown cut short to her head. She squinted down at Nine. Taking notice of her appearance.

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