Chapter 1

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Chapter 1- Her Story

It was a stormy April night, as Sindy sat by the edge of her window. Sindy was an average weight girl with jet black hair and red higlights. She is 5'6 and has green eyes in the morning and black at night. All she could hear was the sound of rain and its pitter parter upon the window pane. She couldn't believe what she had done, and she could never tell a living person or "undead" soul. The tragdey she commited to the last person who she loved in her life. The accidental death of her own mother. She couldn't believe she was gone. She loved her mother dearly but the argument that they gotten into had an ending Sindy didnt expect.

Just hours earlier herself and her mother was inside the house alone. Sindy had a terriable day at school and her mother did very little to help. "Sindy why must you always have an attitude when you come home?" said her mother. Sindy ignored her mother's question. Her mother began to be come fustrated with her daughter's depressing pattern. "Sindy answer me!". Sindy yelled back at her mom ,"Im tired of the bad days at school, of nobody loving me and of feeling abandoned!". Then out of no were, Sindy began to feel a power arise from her and it had a great force. The Kitchen began to shake as glass china hit the floor. Her mother looked scared and hit the floor. But what happened next was unexpected, the table collapsed on top of Sindy's mom and her shrieks became silent.

When that happened Sindy's feeling had shifted from anger to worry and sadness. After her change of Mood, the house stopped shaking and Sindy stood there in the middle of broken items and a pool of blood forming from under the table. Sindy knew what to expect if she lifted the table. She collapsed to her knees and began to sob and scream her mother's name. "Diana!!! No!!!". She ran to her room and slammed the door. Her room was a darkish shade color with a sort of dark aoura. She didnt know what to do. She stayed up there for an hour sobbing. When she came down, she removed her mother's body from the house, burried it, and cleaned the house. She's been sitting at the window for three hours awaiting the sound of keys unlocking the front door, which she heard a second later of thunder. But the person who was unlocking the front door was far from who she wanted to see.

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