Chapter 1

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Looking up at the ceiling, Elena noticed the crack in the ceiling. There was a crack in it, possibly from rain water damage. Rubbing her eyes she looks to the left. Looking to the right she realizes she is in a bathroom. The mirror is broken as if someone had thrown something at it.

Sitting up slowly, reaching for each side of the bathtub, gripping them as tight as she could, Elena gains her balance. Stepping over the ledge, she trips while lifting her other leg over it. Standing still she feels her stomach cringe. She quickly runs towards the toilet, opening the lid as if it was a life or death situation. Vomiting, she kneeled, holding her hair back. Flushing the toilet she felt a tear run down her face.

Elena tried as hard as she could to remember what had happened, and how she ended up in the bathroom of all places she could have ended up in.

Stepping out of the bathroom cautiously, she peeked her head around the first corner to the left. Elena then her something hit the floor. Dropping her head she saw her necklace had fallen off. Picking the necklace up as fast as possible, she quickly tiptoed to the next corner. Rushing to figure out if anyone was in the house. She noticed this house she was in was empty.

She felt a dry feeling in her throat and she walked to the kitchen quickly to find herself something to drink. Glancing at the countertops she saw a brand new coffee machine. Running towards it she smiled. Picking up coffee beans that lied there next to the machine, she poured the coffee beans into it. Pressing the button, she set it to ten minutes.

Opening cupboards looking for a clean coffee cup she found a few pill bottles. One of the bottle read ibprophine. She opened it and took two pills out for the huge headache that was occurring. As she opened the next cupboard door she found the perfect little coffee cup.

Hearing a ding, she poured herself some coffee. As she took a small sip she peered out the window. A burning sensation filled her chest, she looked down and saw spilled coffee on her shirt. Elena gazed back up, standing there staring at what she had seen out the window.

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