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1. I'm going nuts!

Hi, I'm Adara. Well, about me that's the most you'd get so don't fret (I'm certain after sometime that line would turn out to be a lie!). School student.

Now, what I'm going to tell you is going to be VERY VERY strange. It's kind of obvious because I'm a strange person. Agh! My writing is trash.

Today I'm excited and confused. Panicked too. I'm writing to get my excitement out of my system and think with clear and calm head about how I'm gonna survive a nutworld. I've to find out answers to WHERE, WHEN, WHY.

WHERE- Maybe I know a bit. And it doesn't make sense.

WHEN- Fuck!

WHY- Because life is a trashcan and I'm the smelliest trash in there so I don't get to recycle.

And I'm a superhero. Because I can move a bottle without using my hands. I want it to move with my mind and it moves. And guess what? Every power comes with a responsibility. That responsibility is what sucks. I know that you guys already think I'm crazy shit. I'm not. You don't agree? Then go to hell.

Now from the start. Today is an ordinary day. I woke up in the morning, brushed my teeth, went to school, flanked my test, attended my classes, got detention, went to Starbucks after school with friends, came back home, bathed and then Netflix. I'm recently watching a show 'Teen Wolf'. It's decent. I mean passes time good. I just completed the third season (I'm late and I'm dope I know THANKS!). So, I was planning on continuing with the fourth one in which the bitch who doesn't just die is gonna do some bitchwork. Oh, I'm talking about a character in the show who is Kate Argent. She's also a bitch (I said that before?).

MEXICO! Yes! But before I get to see what these characters do in Mexico, I blackout.

I was sleeping in a very uncomfortable and rough bed. It got more uncomfortable when a raindrop fell on my forehead with a 'tap' sound. I squirmed. Roof leaking? You GOTTA be kidding me! I HATE you!! But if it was JUST the roof then I shouldn't have felt more and MORE droplets of rain water not only on my face but ALSO on my whole body. I opened my eyes and saw the whole universe (actually sky). Then a raindrop fell in my right eye and it hurt. I rubbed my eye with my hand and sat up to find myself sitting on a road that is in middle of what seems like woods and also in the middle of nowhere. At that moment I panicked. I stood up and tried to remember what happened exactly that ended with me sleeping on a road. Thank God I was sleeping on the roadside so no car hit me. But thinking got me nowhere. I couldn't find how a normal day with Netflix will land me on a road. It doesn't make sense.

Maybe, my ass friends came to my house with liquor and we got wasted. Or, as it's ME I'm thinking about, I did drugs with them. Maybe those snobs left me in middle of nowhere for their amusement! But they are not likely to buy me liquor. And Rick's out of town who's the supplier of drugs in our circle. When is that fucker gonna come back anyway? His mother makes the best hot chocolate in town. Maybe Martha drugged me and left me in middle of nowhere because I dyed her hair green out of love. Or, John felt bored (I know what you're thinking. Yeah, these people REALLY are my best friends and I love them).

But right now, I need to get home. I can't really remember anything about those fuckers coming over or anything so I don't really have any excuse to give to my sister. I should be home by now and Sarah would be worried (What time is it by the way?). And Sarah is a tornado. And I'm freezing. I sneezed and looked at my outfit if I was decent enough not to look homeless. A t-shirt (not mine), a plaid shirt over it (not mine), jeans (not mine) and killer sneakers (cool but not mine). It's pouring now and I'm drenched. I felt my pockets and of course no phone. Wasted me wouldn't have cared about a phone. I started to walk along the road. The road is the perfect example of 'deserted'. That's understandable considering the fact that it's midnight and it's raining. The only light that gave me a bit of warmth in that pouring rain came from the street lights.

"Fucking trash! Motherfuckers!" I cursed under my breath and made a mental note to screw them over once I get the fucking chance.

I don't know for how long I walked. After what felt like hours, I started to see one or two houses here and there. And I knew I was fucked because this town was absolutely NOTHING like the one I lived in. I walked a bit more to find any kind of ride or a pay phone. Then I saw a UFO. Okay! Not a UFO but at least that will be more believable than what I saw with my two goddamn eyes. I saw 'Beacon Hills Memorial Hospital'. I laughed. Drugs duh! I CAN'T be in California! Even John wouldn't dare! He knows my sister. Sarah would tear him a new one. Then I rubbed my eyes and looked again.

'Beacon Hills Memorial Hospital'

From Kansas to Beacon Hills? A 22 hours car ride? I could be dreaming. I slapped myself, hard. It stung. But it's still 'Beacon Hills Memorial Hospital'.

I took deep breaths. My stomach twisted in terror. It's not something friends would do to prank their best friend. I was shivering. From panic and from cold. It stopped raining a while ago. The wet cloths stick to my skin making me shudder in cold. My heart was beating mildly in my chest. I tried to steady my heartbeat. I walked inside the hospital to the reception. The lady behind the desk gave me a skeptical look.

'You okay, kid?'

'Can I make a call?' I asked while sneezing.

'Of course, here,' she gave the land line. I dialed Sarah's number. But I got straight lined to the call center. This number doesn't exist. I redialed frantically. The receptionist was watching me with a worried expression on her face. I couldn't care less. Again, the same result. I dialed my number then. No result. There is no one with that number. Fuck that I ever watched Teen Wolf! Beacon Hills of all places! A very SICK joke. And I'm going nuts because clearly this is not a work of my friends. To make matters worse I remembered I screwed with the local gang two months ago. I was betting on an underground race and got into some argument with them. John and I thought it'd be fun to involve Martha's dad who's a policeman. Shit! If they're doing this. Did they harm Sarah? The thought shook me to the core. Panic gripped my chest and soon I was finding it difficult to breath. Now is not the right time to have a panic attack. I tried to catch my breath and slid down to the floor. I heard distant noises, footsteps I gripped my shirt. Then I felt a reassuring hand on my back. A voice was telling me to calm down and breath slowly. I took deep breaths and released them. Slowly is became easier.

'Thank you,' I said to the person who helped me. And I looked up to get startled AGAIN. The person who helped me through my panic attack is Mellissa McCall. Then I cursed Teen Wolf, I cursed Jeff Davis and I cursed myself for ever touching drugs or getting involved with gang business OR watching Teen Wolf. After all the cursing, I looked up again to see...

Mellissa McCall.

'Fuck,' I said and blacked out for the second time.