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Chapter 1

I woke in a hospital bed. I opened my eyes to see that my mum,sister and dad were there with me in the room. As soon as my mum saw me open my eyes she came over to me and said something about not going out on my own at night ever again. This was fair as I had just been attacked by something while going out on my own at night. Wait, I had just been attacked so why do I feel fine, I should be in lots of pain and discomfort right now. "I'll get the doctor and see if we can take you home ok?" said mum
"Ok" I responded. It took some time but eventually I was allowed to be taken home. "Tom how come you aren't in any pain right now and how have your cuts healed so fast?" Asked my sister as we walked out of the hospital doors "I have no ideal" I said. We got home around 12:10 and everyone was exhausted so we decided to just go to bed. I woke up at about 9:00 in the morning and got dressed. I made my way down to the kitchen to get some breakfast because I was really hungry. My sister came down as I was making my omelette. "Morning"she murmured as she look through the cupboards,She found a biscuit to have for breakfast, "morning" I said back to her. I ended up having 6 omelettes for breakfast, my sister just looked at me in shock at how I had managed to eat 6 huge omelettes. "I want to test something on you" she said as she walked to the cutlery draw,she took out a fork and walked back to me. "Ok this will only hurt for a bit" and before I could protest she jammed the folk straight into my right hand,I let out a cry of pain which my sister muffled by covering my mouth as to not wake our parents .The pain was immediate, my hand felt like it had just had ,well ,a fork stuck into it. My sister ripped the fork out of my hand. "Oh stop being such a big baby" she said "you stabbed my hand with a fork, you could have at least used a sharp knife!" I replied while ignoring the pain in my hand and going to go get some kitchen roll to bandage my hand with "I only did that to test a theory" "you could have warned me!" "I knew you would chicken out if I told you what I was going to do to your hand, so how is your hand now anyway?" "Oh I don't know maybe it's still bleeding from the three holes in it from the fork you jabbed into it!" "Are you sure?, just unwrap your hand and see". I unwrapped my hand expecting to find the three holes from the  fork but I found nothing, no evidence that a fork had ever punctured my hand or caused it to bleed just seconds before. My hand was completely fine. "See" my sister said.