I Woke to the noise of the birds chirping . But after seconds of my bloodshot eyes opened I remembered. I remembered being dragged down an alley . I remembered longing for my sister. I remembered not being able to get away . I look down onto my chest and there it is , a handprint scaring me on both breasts , gaining more and more consciousness I look down into my thighs , the same handprint scaring my legs .I gazed around the dark dense forest trees towering over me like a stern head master. In the corner of my eye I see a figure of something screaming it's way out of the mud grounds around me . I riggle my hand out of the ivy vines tying me up , tearing away at my skin . I run over and as I get closer I recognise the person , it's her , it's my sister as I get closer , I feel something grabbing my ankle , before I know what's just happened I've had a bag pulled over my head . I kick my leg out tackling down whoever it was but they pulled me down with them forcing my arms back .I scream for help but a hand slaps it's way across my face once more muffling my fear .I can hear footsteps running near me and then a gunshot, it all fell silent , no footsteps. What's just happened?
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My sister
General FictionFirst person story of a girl who's sister who has been Murdered , you feel like the police are trying to cover something up about your sisters disappearance , is it because of your dads past? The story follows the adventures of you (the main chara...
