Chapter 1-New york

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11 years later...

Dona's pov
Zipping up my suitcase,i look around the room to check if i forgot anything,not that i have much anyway.

Ignoring all the looks im getting,i walk out of the room. It's not everyday you get to escape this hellhole,those who do are quite lucky. Honestly speaking, I never thought they would actually come back for me,i had lost hope. But im still angry,if only he had listened to me.

Snapping out of my thoughts,i make my way to Lyla,our headmistress. I hate that woman with every fibre of my being. She's the reason why i went through what i went through.

"It's a pity you're leaving,im gonna miss all the fun we had"

Ignoring her,i make my way outside,the warm summer air hitting me."You'll board the plane to New York,then you'll be fetched at the airpot",she leans down to my ear,"and don't you dare try to run, we'll find you,we always do",she stand straight up with an evil smirk plastered on her ugly face.

She calls that a face?
Wendy!how nice of you to join us?

But Lyla was right, they've always found me,no matter how much i tried to run and hide,they always found me.

A black suv stopped in front of us and i got in the car.I looked out the window and Lyla waved at me with a sick smile on her face.As the car drove away,I couldn't help but take one final glance at the building that took so much from me.

I was dreading seeing them again. Im still mad,very mad.If only they had listened,if only they heard my side of the story.

Mira alwasys told me about the voices.She said they would come at night and haunt her.She said the voices came from the paintings. I'm very mad at her too,she could've told our father the truth.

The thought of leaving Rose at that place haunts me.Rose is my non blood-related sister.We met at the school,I was 6 and she was 5.I really hope she makes it out of there.

The car stopped,looking outside i realised we arrived at the airport.I step out of the car and head towards the airpot.

I don't wanna go back,I hate them,i really do.

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I took my seat on the plane. I was sat next to an old lady knitting.She seemed nice,but we were taught to never trust anyone.

I decided to take a nap seeing that nobody would potentially murder me around these people.

You're too naive.
Oh shut it!

I drifted off to sleep with one last thought on my mind.

We will find you,we always do

That was our first chapter
It might not be the best but i think i did pretty good

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