Nothing

Chapter 1

So yup, this is Nothing! I had re-upload this chapter because wattpad just decided that it was going to delete the first chapter of my story. I HAVE NO FREAKING IDEA WHY!! But here is this chapter, again...
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I awoke, the tail end of a dream following me awake. Kaylee! I thought and ran to the door separating our rooms.

Stumbling into the room, I found Kaylee sound asleep in her toddler bed. She's here, I thought reassuringly, it was just a dream. After breathing a sigh of relief, I kissed Kaylee's sleeping form and headed back to my room. I could sleep soundly knowing that Kaylee was safe and fast asleep.

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"Ugh..." I groaned, searching for the snooze button on my alarm clock. Finding the button, I quickly slammed it down and fell back on the pillows.

"Ella!" Aunt Jane yelled. She sounded surprised to find me still in bed. Aunt Jane marched over to the bed and yanked my blanket off saying, "you need to get up or your going to be late for school." I groaned again, thinking about the day that lay ahead. Just another boring day in boring old Cleveland, Ohio.

"Come on, Ella," said a small voice from the doorway, Kaylee. "We only have a few more weeks left." At four years old, she spoke better than most children her age and sounded more like a little adult than a toddler.

Getting out of bed, I said, "Kaylee, you don't even go to school. You go to daycare."

Kaylee's chin jutted. "So," she said stubbornly, "I still learn there." Rolling my eyes and laughing softly at her, I headed to the bathroom. If I was going to make it to 1st block I had better get ready now.

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The day passed in a blur. Wandering from class to class, wondering when my life was going to change.

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Blood. So much blood. It's everywhere. Everywhere I turn and everywhere I look. I can hear a baby crying. I follow the sound and find a little girl, probably no more than three, with brown curls and a pretty white dress, stained red from the blood, sitting with an older woman's head in her lap. The woman is dead, the source of all the blood, and when the little girl looks up and her dark eyes meet mine; I gasp.

"Where'd you go?" she asks accusingly, even though her voice is no more than a squeak. I wanted to tell her that I would never leave her, that I would do anything for this little girl, whose curls were a mess and face was smeared with blood; but I couldn't seem to find my voice.

"Why'd you leave me?" she repeated with more confidence, anger sizzling behind her brown eyes.

"I didn't leave!" I tried to scream, but my voice was lost in the sudden uproar of wind. The woman and girl were spiraling away, blurring away into a blob of red...

I jerked my head off the table, stifling a scream. I took deep calming breaths. It was just a dream, but it had seemed so real. The little girl in the dream had been Kaylee, and the woman had been Aunt Jane.

I needed to get out of there, but I was in the middle of math. Mental Abuse To Humans is what I liked to call it.
Everyone around me was working diligently on some worksheet that the teacher had passed out. The teacher, who had apparently not seen me sleeping, was sitting at his desk grading papers.

Walking to his desk, I told him that I wasn't feeling well and asked if I could go to the nurse. He quickly signed me off a note and sent me on my way.

Bypassing the nurse's office entirely, I headed for the main doors. I didn't like skipping class, but I had to get home and make sure Aunt Jane and Kaylee were alright. I had this strange feeling. I couldn't explain it, but it was the same feeling I had gotten the night my parents died. I knew something was wrong, but I didn't know what.

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I stepped out of the elevator and found our apartment door slightly ajar. Aunt Jane never left the door open and always remembered to lock it. Voices drifted through the open door. Opening the door all the way, I stepped inside the entryway and gasped.

Because lying there on the floor, in her slippers and sweatpants, was Aunt Jane. Three shadowy figures were standing above her crippled form. It was just like my dream, except for Kaylee. Blood covered the walls and pooled around Aunt Jane's body. I had only a moment to register the room and situation before one of the figures glanced my way. I quickly ducked behind one of the two potted plants that Aunt Jane kept in the entryway.

Peeking around the plant, I met the narrowed gaze of my aunt's killer. He looked like he could see straight through the plant. Even though I knew he couldn't because that would be impossible. But, just to be safe, I edged further behind the plant. The two others were arguing and I caught parts of what they were saying.

"...we should wait here. She'll have to come home eventually." one said.

"I say we should go to her school." said the other.

"we can't do that..." the first one stated.

"Why not?" the second quickly retorted.

"...because school has already let out. She could be anywhere in the city by now." the other replied just as fast.

All the while they argued, the third stared quietly at me until their soft argument became a shouting battle. He turned back to the group. "We're splitting up," he said coldly. The warning or else clear in his voice. "But we're not going to her school. We're going to this one's instead." The stranger walked over to the entryway table and picked up one of the many pictures that sat there. This particular one showed Kaylee and me laughing together while playing at the park.

Then it dawned on me. The picture. Kaylee. Kaylee was the her he was referring to and kept referring to. They were after Kaylee.

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A/N

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~Alexis:3