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Chapter 1

Didnt get the five votes but i really wanted to do another chapter though, so yeah. Not edited

*present day*

It was snowing, the first snow fall of the year and my parents and I were making a snowman in the front yard. My mum had woken me up this morning, dressed me in my coat and dragged me out side were dad was already shovelling the drive way. We were laughing and smiling and having fun, I loved days like this seeing my parents laughing, acting care free and enjoying themselves because I haven't seen them like this for a while, not after the miscarriage. But we seem to be getting back on our feet again. We were all laughing and then...

Blood.

Everywhere. My parents aren't next to me anymore, there on the road under a car.

"MUM" I scream sitting up in my bed. My heart pounding in my chest so fast I can hear my pulse in my ears. I look around noticing that I'm in my bed, in my room and in my apartment. I look over to my alarm and read that's its 3:37am Sunday. My Birthday.

I had the dream again. I hate that memory. I don't want to remember that day.

I turned on my bed side light and got out of bed stretching my arms out. It's not like I'm going to be able to sleep again now anyway. I walked to my ensuite and stared at my reflection. The dark circles under my eyes were getting harder and harder to conceal with makeup and my skin was becoming a pasty white colour from the lack of sleep, my Jade green eyes have become droopy and I have no energy. My wavy chestnut hair was a mess; my fringe wasn't behaving, always in my face. I'm barely eating and even when I do I can't keep anything down. It's been ten years since my parents died and every year on my birthday I feel this way for the same week. I'm turning 20 today.

I walk into my shower and washed myself, quickly jumping back out and into a big fluffy towel. Its 3:55, too early to go for a run so I just chucked on some leggings and a sweater, rapped my hair in my towel and went into my living room and turn on the TV. Nothings on so I go through my recorded list of shows and pick Doctor Who, The David Tennat season. God I love David Tennat. I'm watching the first episode of the weeping angels.

For the next two hours I sit and watch Doctor who until my stomach growls at me telling me it's time for breakfast. Turning off the TV I walk into my kitchen and poor myself a bowl of fruit loops and milk, sitting at my small table I pull my phone out of my bra and check the time to see that its 6. Getting up and putting my bowl in the dish washer and heading to my room I walk into my closet and change into my running gear. An electric blue sports bra and singlet, black stretchy shorts and my Nike runners. Grabbing my iPod and arm band I put my head phones on and walk out the door and I start running toward the park near my apartment, listening to Free by Rudimental on repeat.

I stop at a bench somewhere near the centre of the park and rested for a minute. It's a 15 minute run from my apartment to hear and I had a light sheen of sweat coating my body and I was breathing slightly heavy. I take my iPod out of the armband and turn off my music. I had listened to free at least four times and was starting to get sick of it. I sat there for a bit just looking around and watched as the sun rose over the tree tops and warmed my face up. Breathing in the fresh air I started to feel more energised. I got up from the bench and started running back home at a slow jog, taking in my surroundings. I was on the foot path, to my left I saw the small store fronts and to my right, across the street I saw the park I was just at. I could see other joggers making their way around the trees. As I was about to turn my head back around I spotted a man standing by a small pond looking at me. He looked tall, really really tall. And if he looked tall from this distance he was probably even taller. He was in faded jeans, a white dress shirt and a dark grey suit jacket, from the look of his broad chest he looked like he some had muscle too. His face was hard and sharp, with dark brown hair and icy blue eyes that glared at me. This stranger was giving me a death stare.