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chapter one

prologue:

I had always been a normal child. Up till now. Recently, things had started to change.. Things started to happen. And I knew things were never going to be the same for me again.

Chapter 1:

It was a cool late summer night, and I was just walking around my house cleaning up when it happened. I saw this person outside my window.. which hey, isn't always weird in normal neighborhoods, but i was far from normal, and I didn't live in a normal area. I lived 3 hours (walking distance, I couldnt drive) from the closest town, my closest neighbor was a mile and a half away. So this strange person walking in front of my house puzzled me to say the least. I looked around my curtain to continue watching him, but as soon as I looked, he was gone. That night every thing was locked and guns were out. I was always taught to protect myself no matter what, and as a parent-less 17 year old girl, I did just that.

Since it was only 5 in the afternoon, I figured I could start making dinner. Which, by the way, was something I loved to do since it filled up all my free time. Because I was 17, I couldnt get a job, or a car, or anything requiring a signature of any sort. When my parents died, i inherited money, but I cant even touch it until my 18th birthday (which is in 2 months might I add). But I wasnt money-less. Before my parents died, they showed me their secret safe, hidden in a place noone would ever think or know to look. They told me that it was for emergency only, that if anything ever happened to them, that I was to take that money and run as fast as I could, and to get out of the country to somewhere remote. They also said to not to speak to anyone unless necessary, and that if any law enforcement got involved, I needed to hide. And so I did.

I took all the money they had in there (a half a million dollars) and got out. They also had all of the contracts for their properties that were in random places all over the world. I took the passport my parents had left in the safe, and went to the one country i had easy access to: Canada. Since I grew up in Northern California, Canada wasn't much different country wise. In high school I was taught French, so I could speak it if need be. But even though I had everything I needed till I was 18, I was terrified that the money would somehow runout or mysteriously vanish. The house that I was living in now was one of my parents old properties, one of many that they had left for me. It wasn't a bad or ugly house, it was quite breathtaking actually. It was only one story, but the rooms were huge. When you first look at the house, it looks sort of small, but if you were to look from the side, you would see how big it actually is.

I only used a few rooms though, the master, kitchen, living room and green room. The green room was by far my favorite, it was painted a soft pale green and inside I grew hundreds of plants. It was gorgeous. I spent most of my time in there, growing herbs and vegetables I could use to cook with. The lighting was soft due to the many windows, and the sun shown in warmly during the day. When winter came though, it was awful. What breeze that would come in would be freezing and it was always dark inside due to the cloudy weather. But somehow, I managed to keep my plants alive. Outside though, is where I had my main garden, always full of whatever I needed, so this is where I went to find things for dinner. I grabbed my basket and started picking things. I pulled up some onion, potatoes, carrots, everything I needed to make a soup. Right when I went to grab the last of the herbs I needed, I saw him. Standing all of five feet away from me. But he wasn't how I saw him last... his shirt was bloody and he was covered in dirt and scratches. I stared at him, not knowing what to say, but knowing I needed to get away fast. I jumped up, dropping everything in my hands and started to run towards my house. As I looked back, I couldn't help but notice how he was on his knees with his hand out towards me, with an expression of hurt and pain across my face. I know my parents said to run if danger presented itself, and to never speak to a soul unless I had to. But this man, he made me stop in my tracks and stare at him. We locked eyes for all of five seconds before he fell to the ground, and whispered "help".