Introduction/Prolouge

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Hi, my name is Meggie Echo Windslow. Here's my story, it started years ago.

It all started with a 'Boom' than a scream. All I remember was running to the restroom and climbing  me in the cabinet, under the sink.

" Who is there? You better stay quiet, or you die." Mom hissed

It had a small hole allowing a small stream of light to come through. I looked through it. I lock the door and shut of the lights. There was a loud 'thunk'. Then the door busted open showing a tall black figure, it turned on the lights. He had a bright yellow jacket and a frowning mask on, but it had blood splatered on it. I shivered at the sight. He than jumped on my mother, she let out a blood-curling scream, for some reson it was satisfying to hear her screams. I had seen the whole thing, sitting as close as I can.

"I know I saw the girl run in; where is she?" I heared the man say.
I whimpered softly, he some how heared it and quickly opened the cabinet door. Instantly, I jump on him and run out the door, quickly taking a glance at my mums body, that's what they get for starving me. I ran to my room and looked the door, quickly I grab my stuffed animal bunny and locket. I heard a crack and grabbed my backpack containing my sketch book, supplies and a pocket knife. Stuffing my stuff in I jumped out my window.

"Wow, I'm happy for once that I live in a one story building." Quickly jogging of to my safe place. The woods, duh. I discovered this place by myself a year ago, when I was 9. I still remember that day, I had gotten lost on the way from school to home. When I got to school late, my mom spanked me and my dad whipped me with him belt. I still have the scar on my leg.

I'm getting really tired, but I can still hear the steps behind me. I made a quick turn and colided with the guy. Jumping back I screamed. He held up a knife and I opened my backpack grabing my pocket knive. He laughed and ran at me. We collided, but me being 10 years old and short, I was able to run under him.

"Oh, come on kid, just let me kill you." He growled. I started to feel light headed. Suddenly, a bright pink shadow passed my eyes. I heard a groan than a thud. Getting up I saw my stuffed animal, Blossom, staring up at me.

That is how I ended up at a small orphanage. I slowly became a killer when I turned nine. Now here I am a 15 year old girl, with a living, talking, moving stuffed animal.
This is when the real story starts.

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