In 1993 July, Amanda Thomas goes missing, leaving her Friends to answer unanswered questions. A true Love square story gone wrong.
Book 3 in the how it should have been series. This is the prequel. But can also be a story on its own.
"Number 98666 its your turn." The man said behind the wall.
"Don't worry, it only hurts as much as labor." Allison said.
"Not very comforting Allison."
"Number 98666 im not willing to wait any longer."
"Coming."
"Remember: Chicken. If you do this you get chicken."
"Chicken!?!?!!?"
"98666!!"
"Sorry!!" I walked out the door. Freedom at last. They escorted me to a door that said.
Hazard chemicals.
They pushed me into a dentist like chair. Strapping my arms and legs in a metal brace. They placed a dental mouth opener. They dipped a syringe in Blue liquid an pumped it up.
They set the syringe up and pumped the liquid into my neck. I screamed as the room shook. I looked at the darkness coming from their eyes. Oh wait its not darkness its blood. Their eyes fell back into their skull. Them falling onto thr floor. The old man grabbed a broonze colored syringe and pumped it into my veins. He looked onto the screen tracking my brain and heart rate. I watcged as my bllod flo changed color. Me calming down my body numb. Two boys in masks picked me upand carried me to my room. Opening the doir droping me to the floor. The old man writing something down.
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He looked at me with a smile before tossing me into the room like garbage.
