Chapter 3

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I have red hair and green eyes that I got from my mom. I have some native american in me from my dad. I used to journal as a young girl but stopped when the nightmares started because they aren't something I want to remember. I am sometimes afraid to sleep due to the nightmares. I usually go out at about 8:30 pm to earn a little more by playing guitar. Half way through one of my songs I see him, watching me. I play until 10 pm then I pack up and leave before he can approach me. As I was walking I heard footsteps behind me so I turned and pulled my knife. I see him and he immediately puts his hands up. "Who are you and why are you following me?" I snarled. When he doesn't answer I move closer with my knife. "Whoa" he says "im not going to hurt you" he grabs my hand and disarms me, turns me around and pulls me against him. I throw my head back and feel it connect with his nose and he lets go "then why the hell are you following me?!"

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