chapter 7

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a drawer? no, its a box. a box fastened to the underneath of the bed we used to share. i reach under the bed and retrieve the box, looking inside it looks like some sort of collection. the first thing in the box is a picture of us. i am in my favorite blue and black dress with Ryan standing behind me resting his head on mine. i remember this night. this was the night we met. i close my eyes and let the flashbacks take me over. 

 it was so cold that night. i was at some bar called Moe's i think. i was so annoyed because the creepy old dude across the bar kept starring and asking to buy me a drink. but i wasn't there to drink that night. i was there on a hunt. id been doing my research for some time now and found out a twice convicted child rapist lived 3 blocks over and came here every Saturday before going home and beating his wife. i asked the cute bartender for a drink i could take to him with a little kick in it. but when i went to take it over to my target the bartender stopped me.  "i wouldn't do that if i were you" he said to me i started to object but he took my drink for mister molester and chugged it pulling me back to the bar. the idiot had just accidentally drugged himself. i had to tale him home that night. i couldn't take him out. i didn't know him. but on our way out of the bar he insisted on taking a picture in case he never saw me again. 

when i snap out of my flash back i am crying. i cant take it! i throw the box across the room. all the contents flying out and scattering. i wipe my face and Begin to stand, but something among the contents of the box catches my eye.  i walk over to the folded up paper and open it. its a list of some sort. a very long list in fact. with exactly 122 names. the very first name being a name i remember all too well. its Alice.

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