Prologue

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PROLOGUE:

I woke with a start as the creak of footsteps crept down the hall. The air was frigid as I pulled the blanket closer around me, watching the door. The handle turned, letting the door swing open on squeaky hinges. I watched as the door banged back and the lights from downstairs flicked on. I heard my dad yell and footsteps running back down the hall.

Scared, not knowing what to do, I jumped out of bed and ran to the balcony overlook. I looked down at the masked figure stalking toward my father as he backed up. I heard him ask what he wants, money? Electronics? Everyone freezes as a creaking comes from the kitchen. I see my mother frozen with fear as the stalker turns towards her, gun still pointed at father. He smiles, devilish hatred glinting in his eyes. Within seconds he swings the gun around and shoots.

The sound echoes throughout the house as I duck down, covering my mouth so as not to be seen or heard. My mother lies in a pool of blood, the phone hanging from the wall. I watch as my father lunges at the murderer. But it’s too late. As he grabs hold of his mask, the murderer turns and fires the gun. My father falls back, eyes frozen, finally spotting me trying to hide. Fear crosses his face as he dies, the sirens growing closer from the distance.

The murderer watches my father until he takes his last breath. Then, turning and looking up at me he smiles and begins crossing the floor, heading towards the stairs. Panic takes me as I run back to my room and slam the door, hiding in the back of the closet. The door creaks slowly open as the murderer enters. I whimper as he glides closer.

“Little angel, little angel it’s time to go home.” He whispers as he throws the doors open. I scream as the front door slams open. The murderer looks at me, smiles mockingly, and then lunges at me. I cover my face as darkness closes in on everything.

My name is Skye. I live in an old farm house two miles from any other house. I am six years old and have witnessed my parents’ murders.

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Tears streamed down my face as the searing pain shot through me. My soul was shredded, ripped piece by piece, into an unrecognizable haze. My thoughts were lost from the tare that ran across my mind. My heart beat out, no strength left to keep on going. My body, all that remained, was left for the friends and family that I left behind. Frozen over with nothing, not even one last glimpse of his beautiful, clear, sky blue eyes that are now, black and uncaring, I left the world with agony.

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~ E_SCHOETTY

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