Prologue

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                                                                                         PROLOGUE

               "MOM!"


             "MOM, Please!" I cried yelling for my mother, banging and scratching on the door. The only light peeking through was the space between the basement door and steps. Its been 3 days I think. Im not really sure, I lost count after i feel asleep after at two. 

"MOM!! Its cold!" I pressed my ear to the door waiting to hear footsteps or maybe even the t.v. Nothing, not one sound. I sighed in frustration and pressed my back against the door as i sunk to  steps . I closed my eyes not wanting to see what's waiting for me at the bottom of the steps. opening one eye, I only saw the cold concrete. 

"so dark" i whispered too myself. i refused to go down there at night. its too creepy, too dark. I sleep on the steps, well the rare occasion I do sleep. 

Suddenly the door swings open and my back slams on the hardwood floor. As I looked up my mother stood there lighting up a very sharp knife. 

"NO!" I screamed as i scrambled to get up. I ran past her through the kitchen onto the stairs leading up to our bedroom.  She was right behind me, I could feel her hot breath on my neck. 

As I climbed up the steps her rough clammy hand wrapped around my ankle. Itoookin a sharp break as I trie to brace myself. She starts pulling me in the direction of the kitchen. Stopping near the stove she lets out a little laugh. She thowns me int floor giving an intense stare that read 'don't move"

Picking up the knife she  leans in close to my face. Her dark almost raven black hair clinging to the sweat of her face. 

"This will help you, darling" She grabs my ankle and pressed the hot knife on u skin. I scream in agony...

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