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Chapter 1

"Wake up, Austin wake up" I heard someone say. My eyes were heavy, my arms were numb and my head was throbbing. I slowly opened my eyes to see I'm somewhere I was unfamiliar with.

I looked around for a while as I'm sitting on the place I still woke up at. Then I realized the atmosphere was not the usual, it was somewhat.. dark.

I looked around for the second time and finally realized I was in a classroom, basing the numerous counts of chairs and books scattered around the place.

I decided to walk out of the room and go down through the gloomy staircase. it felt like something was lurking around the corner.

I finally reached around the end of the staircase and saw the exit just in front of me, blocked by a bunch of dead trees that fell.

There was no choice but for I to wonder around to see if there were some other exits. As I started lurking deeper into the school just to see specs of dusts flying around the air, spider webs, rusty metal bars, and broken doors.

With a few steps and turns, I found myself in an auditorium. It was untouched and was barely used. It looked like an old theater that went out of business.

As I checked the auditorium's chairs, my back faced the stage.

Out of nowhere, I suddenly heard a noise of metal-like sound coming from behind me.

I quickly turned around just to see a metal chair on the stage and a girl hanging from the ceiling. A thick rope was tied around her neck, and obviously she was trying to commit suicide.

I sped up and rapidly ran towards the stage. I jumped on the stage and used the chair so I could reach the girl. My height and the stool was just perfect so I could remove the rope around the girl's neck. She was starting to look pale, her lips were turning a shade of blue and as I come contact with her skin, it was cold.

I couldn't remove the rope with my bare hands so I started to look for something sharp to cut the rope.

I then found a small mirror, I couldn't think of anything to break the glass so I used my fist to break it. And I suddenly felt dumb seeing blood run down my arm. I held the shard in my hand and then stood on the stool. I started cutting the rope and succeeded.

She fell in my arms and we looked at each other. Her eyes glistening with fresh tears. She looked at me with sorrowful eyes while I put her down beside me.

"Are you okay?" I asked as I worried sick.

She responded with silence, looking down. She had long jet-black hair with a few brown highlights. Her eyes, describing from what I saw earlier, were sharp and glossy, with as slight almond shape outline. Her tiny nose was the cutest, and lastly, her lips were plump and moist

...She's beautiful.