Chapter 4

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 She woke up. The lights were on and she was on her bed. "Everything was a dream" she said and went downstairs to find Paul. She heard his voice:

"Baby. How was your sleep?"

"Really good. How can I open the lights here?"

"You don't have to" the voice from the phone told her.

The lights started to blink again and she saw Paul. In the blinking lights he turned his bloody head and he yelled at her:

"Why did you leave me? WHYY?"

She run upstairs, locked the door and fell onto her knees and cried.

"It's not my time. No. No. No. I am young, I have dreams. God please help me. What have I done to deserve this...? I want to live." she said out loud and she started remembering old memories "When you were really young Ellie you kept your ruined balloons in a box and you named them 'balloonules'. You used to hug your mum really tight and you loved her pizza so much. You wanted to become a singer, you played the violin! You wrote stories about paranormal events. Yes Ellie, those events that you have never believed in 'till now. Yes Ellie. Yes Ellie." She was staring at the shadows in front of her. They were talking. They were singing a song. Ellie started to sing with them:

"Loved people go,

they forget you,

never leave a note,

they forget you.

Happiness is fake,

it makes fun of you,

it will be late

when they find you."

She laughed. She laughed so much that she spit blood. She laughed so much that she was hearing her own voice to crack. She laughed so much that she couldn't breath. She laughed...

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