Mirror Image

Mirror Image

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Sep 3, 2014
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Horror
Like a plunger, fear pulls at your insides and sucks out your other feelings. Why must we fear? Alex has given up. Her mom is dead, her dad is nowhere to be found and her step-dad is in hospital and has asked for her to be removed from under her care. But when Alex meets a stranger who knows everything about her; her mom, her dad and all of their life secrets, she is forced to get to know this stranger. As always; theres a problem. He hates her. The only way for her to know more is to get him to like her. This proves harder than it seems. All rights reserved. Copyright. Do not copy, forge or print out a copy of this book for your own personal library. All ideas are original. Acts of copying ideas, chapters, or placing this book in your personal library is an act of stealing/plagirism.
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The "Please..." I hear her whimper and I go into full panic mode. "Calm down, okay? Deep breaths. Don't hang up. I'll be with you soon. Where are you?" I rush as I grab the car key sitting on the glass table. I run into the garage with my dad behind me. "What do you need?" Dad asks "A room. A big one." He runs back inside as I hear her voice again. "Basement...blood...Elle..." I hear sounds of movement in the background and connect the dots. Elle's bleeding, or something... "Deep breaths baby, deep breaths. It's okay, you're okay" I murmur reassuring words to her, thankful that there's no traffic. Several thoughts run through my mind as I drove to her house. The last time we spoke, she could barely stand me, but now she's calling me. I feel kinda used, but now's not the time to think about that. I reach her house in a matter of minutes and shove the door open. The house is quiet, save for my heavy breathing and footsteps. I reach the basement and take in the sight in front of me. Blair cradles her brutally beaten-up sister in her lap as she rocks herself back and forth blinking very frequently. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Currently being edited Look out for cringe worthy typos and plot loopholes

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