Chapter 3:

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No. No. No I don't want to believe it. This is just a silly nightmare , i'll wake from anytime. But each time I opened my eyes I saw the same bloodstains and upturned furniture. I've been crying for so long, so hard I think my senses were numb. Maybe it was just my delusional mind playing tricks on me but I felt a hand on my shoulder. I screamed and scrambled away from it.
"AAAaaaaaargh! Get your filthy hands away from me! Who are you? And don't you dare come any closer, I have enough kickboxing experience to kick your butt!" I screamed at the person. I didnt hear anyone come in. I couldn't see anything my vision was so blurry from crying. It was a she. She was a tall woman around my moms age with silver blonde hair, hollow cheekbones and the most striking grey eyes I've ever seen. And her hands actually weren't filthy at all.
"Calm down ,my child. Panicking is not the way to deal with things." She said stepping over the broken glass on the floor with her black boots that matched the rest of her black gladiator outfit.
"I asked you a question! Who. Are. You? " I screamed at her, my voice scarily low even to my ears.
"I thought you would remember me , the last time I saw you , you were in diapers, oh my you grew up so much!" what? I don't even remember this woman and she claims to have seen me when I was a baby? I figured she wouldn't listen to me if I asked nicely so I decided to try a different tactic.
"I will ask you one more time before I snap your neck .WHO ARE YOU? HOW DO YOU KNOW ME?" I yelled in rage my mind boiling and fists ready to beat the living mangoes out of her.
" I am Madeleine D'Aubeney, I was a friend of your mother. I know where she is."

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