Part 3

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I continued to run and became tired. I was in the dark, deep in the forest. The car was no where to be seen.
What the hell Julie! Where am I?
I really had no clue where I was and why I ran in this direction. I heard faint noises but couldn't figure out what it was from. I got frustrated and kicked a rock then glared at the ground. I felt hot tears filling my eyes and rage flowing through my body uncontrollably. I felt weak and fell on my knees crying.
~Hours after~
I laid there on the forest ground sleep. I slowly opened my eyes and found myself covered with branches and leafs all over my body. I was soaked as well.
Was there a storm?
I lifted the heavy branches, struggling, off of me. I was desperate for a bath, food, and my auntie. I wanted to go home! I almost forgot, our house blew up. I'm still confused of why that happened.
I continued walking and saw the car still parked but found no people. All the supplies were left.
The car door was still opened and I looked inside, there was a note lying on my bag. I read it:

To Julie,
If you ever get this, then don't bother trying to find us. We were being watched by assassins all along. Your mother and father wasn't killed by a natural disaster, they were bomb. You were suppose to die along with them but unfortunately you still live. Once they figured that out, they hunted you down every since. Your very valuable to them. Run. And don't come back to look for us. We are currently dead. The assassins found me and your brother. I'm sorry. So Julie continue to live and continue your journey as a yen year old. I pray for your life.
Love auntie~

After reading this she was speechless. She couldn't cry nor feel anything. She dragged her feet following the blood trails. It lead to her brother and her auntie. She gasps in shock.
There they were hanged on a cross, nails in there feet and hands. There was bullets in there head and body's and there eyes were missing.
Julie fell to floor after reading:
THIS IS YOUR DOING LITTLE GIRL. WERE COMING FOR YOU.

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