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Rosie

From the moment they get on the train you could sense the tension in the air and the way everyone's attitude became quite different. Before there was a girl sitting quite nonchalant stretched over the two seats in front of me, but now she's sitting up straight with her head bowed. She looks like she'd do anything to make the ground open up and swallow her. They make their way to the end of the carriage, passing her seat and they don't take a second glance at her. She has her hood up, she's just another raggedy teenager. They shouldn't have to look at her twice. From the moment they left the carriage you could see the tension just drift away. We were all still on edge but we know they normally don't come back through carriages. They make one trip and that's it. That's all they need to sense one. They get off at the next station and I know that because they walked past the carriage and stared through the window at me with their hollow eyes. The girl Doesent move again till we reach the next station. She straightens up and stretches and then precedes  to put her feet back up on the chair. I can't help but find my self captivated with this girl. She seems so important and I don't know why. Her aura is basically screaming "look at me, look at me" I can't find the strength to tear my eyes away from her and this is where she sneezes and I feel so lucky. I pull out my tissues from my bag and I now have an excuse to talk to her. I get up and walk to her and hand over the tissues. She asks me to sit down . We make small talk for a bit and now I'm closer to her I can see she has the tiniest freckles all over her face and brilliant gold specks in her eyes. She is absolutely magnificent I think to myself. She reaches up to scratch her neck and that's when I see it. The mark. Then all my clear thinking gets thrown out the window. I've been taught to call the hotline if I see anyone with that mark. I've been told that ever since I could walk. It's been imbedded in my mind forever. But my brain isn't working. My hands are shaking and I don't want to dial that number. I can't give her over to them. The scary thing is I don't know why. She just has this magnetic pull to her. I've been staring at  her neck for a little to long and she notices and gasps and looks at me with panic in her eyes. I shake my head softly. Trying to indicate to her that I'm not gonna call them. This girl... I can tell she's going to be important and I don't know how. All I can think in my head is I need to protect this girl. I can't give her in. She smiles a small smile at me. Barely a twitch of her mouth but I see it. She takes my hand and squeezes it As if she's imbedding a secret into it. She lets go and searches through her bag and gets a pen. She picks my hand back up and writes her phone number down. This is the point when I realise she's never told me her name. She says it and it sounds so beautiful coming out of her mouth. Rosie. That name is gonna be in my memory forever. The train approach's Riverview station. She zips up her bag and stands up. She says goodbye and gently brushes her hand over my shoulder. She pushes the button and steps out the door onto the platform. There they are. They're here. She turns and looks back at me with panic in her eyes and screams before they stab their knife into her chest. I see the life leave her eyes. How did they know she'd be here. They must have passed her to give her a false sense of security. I look down at my hand with her phone number on and one solitary tear drops down and smudges the ink. And I don't care.