Chapter 2

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There was a tree about two meters ahead of me, it's branches stooped and the trunk was far too wide to be real. I blink and suddenly there's a door on the tree. Deep red and mahogany and incrusted with spirally letters that were written in a different language but I seemed to be able to understand what was written. It was my name, "Clarissa". I slowly walk forwards, towards the tree, drawn to its beauty and curious as to why my name was written on the door. With the slight touch of my hand to the door, it swings open. The inside is light. There is no furniture that I can see. The walls are wooden, slightly lighter than the colour of the outside of the trunk. It's been sandpapered and is shiny and smooth to the touch. Suddenly there's a man standing in front of me. His ears pointy and his legs long. He looked to be about thirty and he wore a grey and green suit. I open my mouth to ask him who he is, but I can't. He does speak though.
"Welcome. We've been expecting you."
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My eyes fly open, it was a dream. Just a dream.
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School was especially boring today. Class, class, eat, class, class.
I started the day with French. I'm not the worst at French, but I'm not the best either. I usually get B's, although this year I'm getting A's. Next I have geography, I am terrible at geography and it doesn't help that it's my least favourite subject. I usually spend lunch by myself. I wouldn't say I don't have any friends, but I don't. Not real friends anyway. No one really likes me, they're just nice to me. But I prefer to be by myself so that works out well. After lunch I had math, I'm really good at math. I like it because there's always a right and a wrong answer. I always get the right answer. Last period I had gym. Gym. What to say about gym? Words to describe it include: Pain, torture, impossibleness. There are many more adjectives, I could go on forever. Anyways you can tell I don't like gym, and gym doesn't like me. It's just a period of me embarrassing myself and only just passing with a c+. As I'm walking home I hear sirens getting louder and louder. I like to imagine where the emergency vehicles are heading to, like to visualize what might have happened, I think...

A body lays on the ground, a pool of blood slowly spreading from it. It was a girl, about 17, with brown hair and startling green eyes. She's dead. No heartbeat, no breath. Just a cold pile of skin and bones and slowly decreasing blood. You can see that her heart is missing. There was a tear in her chest where it was ripped open and the heart was taken. At least it must have been taken. What else could have happened? After examining the body the scientists come to the conclusion that she jumped. The blood stains, the way the rib cage collapsed. But where could she have jumped from? There were no tall buildings around- she must have been dragged here after she jumped. But why would she have jumped? There was a background check done on the girl. No signs of depression and self harm in the past. There are so many clues and they don't add up to anything. Suddenly the girls fingers move. But how is that possible? She's definitely dead. But sure enough her fingers start twitching. Everyone around starts panicking so to calm them down one of the scientists say, "This is normal! Lots of bodies twitch after death. It is common. No need to panic."
But they do, they do panic. As if responding to all the commotion the girls hand moves. Then her arm, then her shoulders start rocking and she sits up. Her eyes are like glass, she stands up and addresses the bystanders.
"He took me, now he'll take you. He loves to play with his food." Then she collapses to the ground, dead and still and white against the blood stained pavement.

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