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Eleven

Cold...... so cold.

The room is so dark, and I feel so cold and alone.

The blood is dripping onto the floor. I need him to come back and clean it up, but I'm too scared to call his name.

Why won't Mike listen? Am I really talking to him, or is it all my imagination. It uses so much power, getting into his dreams, but I need him to find me. I need to escape.

"Eleven. Are you ok?" The voice echoed

"Yes, Papa"

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ALREADY SO CLOSE TO 100 READS!!!!!!!!!! Thank you so much guys <3

SUPER short chapter but it sort of needed to be. I'll have another update for tomorrow, but hope you like where the story seems to be heading. Please comment opinions, theories and improvements - love you all!

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