2 more chapters until the end of the first story. I hope I keep ya on your toes!
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Mr. and Mrs. Valerie tried to keep it on the down low, making sure no one would follow us as we entered the coffee shop. We sat down at one of the table and they just tried to follow all the things. Like the chance of finding my ultrasounds and such.
Mr. Valerie shrugged, “A piece of paper doesn’t prove you maybe being our daughter’s long lost twin.”
“But things point to it. The eye color, our similarities, and maybe the illness that might both be coursing through our veins,” I frowned, “I’ve been going through what a lot your daughter went through. The visions, the hallucinations, and such…”
He glared at me, “What if you are lying…?”
“For what?” I scowled, “I can’t possibly be lying for the press or such, because soon I might die just like her. I want to find that notebook she was writing in, maybe find some things about her and see if I can stop that thing that killed her and is coming after me.”
“She and I were together every second. She saw things and didn’t react to much. She had normal things as well, a family, friends, crushes, and everything else. She grew up much different than you, you two are nothing…” he began.
I scowled, “But we still have the same symptoms, this illness inside our heads is killing me. It affected her though and it killed her. Something or someone killed her, I don’t know why but I feel it coming after me…”
“That boy, Shade,” he spat that name is disgust, “killed her.”
“Shade didn’t do it, I know it. I can feel it in my heart,” I scowled, “That thing that killed her was something unnatural.”
Then again, Shade’s pretty unnatural; I shook that thought out of my head before continuing, “I just want to find out if it might be genetic or something, or maybe we’re joined by fate.”
“It’s none of your…” Mr. Valerie began but with a strict look coming from his wife, he quickly lost his courage and stopped talking.
“She wasn’t adopted,” Mrs. Valerie said, “We found her…”
I raised an eyebrow.
She gave me a kind smile, “We didn’t kidnap her. It was because our car broke down in a storm. We slid to the side of the road and the rain was coming down so hard… we tried to get cover in an old building. It was a one of the memorial things, for a woman named Saint Evangeline. We heard a baby crying and followed the noise. In the highest room we saw a shadow standing over her but soon as we entered, they disappeared. I grabbed her and she stopped crying. We saw a note on her basket and it said four words: ‘Take care of her.’ We listened and took care for her for so long until the shadows kept appearing. I can tell you one thing; you and Evangeline aren’t the only ones who can see them. Everyone can see them but they can hide from us all.”
I looked at her, “My mother and sister died, my father left us when we were young. If by any chance, we are related, she’s lucky she wasn’t around so much pain I went through.”
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Take Me Away
ParanormalBlu Storm was the only survivor in a terrible plane crash, where she lost the ones she loved most. With them though, she lost a part of herself. That part of herself was her own emotions. For a year now, she is still numb and lives with her aunt in...
