It's a year after I ran away from London I've ran to a small village in the countryside called Alfriston in East Sussex where I have no one to foget unless you count the person on the tills in the supermarket. I wake up in my rickerty old traylor I fry myself some bacon with my doge gass cooker and then put the bacon in the bap. It tastes exactly like every day. I venture into the woods and get some wood for the fire which is the only light in my life and makes the cold nights on my own a little bit warmer. I have my dinner at 6 o'clock at night. It tastes exactly like every night it always seems to be the same even if it's different. I light the fire and sit there until it begins to flicker away and ashes blow in the wind. The only light in my life is gone. I go to bed tired,alone and extremely sad. I miss someone but I don't know who they are.
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Anjelica and Anna
Mystery / ThrillerAnna dreams for a sane sister but since the age of 4 Anjelica has proven that she is well and trewly nuts. Even mad is she saids she does these things for her and because she loves her. How far will this obsession go?
