Never Go to Neverland
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Annabelle Lee Dosmond is in tremendous danger, even more so now that her loving ex-fiancé commited suicide. She has cut herself off from everything and everyone, the one thing she should never do in a terrible predicament like her's . For she is under watch, no, not like the FBI, that would be much better. She is under a kind of watch that would chill even the bravest man to the bone. It all starts with a dream, no a nightmare, a nightmare of the shadow faced man. After this she is thrown into a world of pure horrible fasination, when she ends up in London a place were memories haunt all who have known of the very person who is after poor Annabelle, the shadow faced man. Will she find out the truth of her past? Will she ever understand the mysterious actions of her ex-fiancé? Will she ever get home? Will she ever meet the shadow faced man? Most importantly, will she ever learn to never go to Neverland?
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Anna couldn't even out her breathing, she needed to find a way out. Though first she needed to hide. Her legs were wobbly and her lungs felt as if they were going to explode. As she turned the corner of the hall she spotted the darkened tunnel. 'No one will find me in here.' So she sped straight in. The hall seemed to go on forever. That is until she ran into a gate hitting the side of her face, hard. "Damn it!" She exclaimed in a hushed tone. A low chuckle irrupted through the dark space. 'The shadow man!' She thought to her horror. "No but very close love." Anna was sure she hadn't said that aloud. Suddenly whatever was on the other side of this gate rushed toward her. "If you want to get out of here you must come with me love." She was frightened, weak, and injured, yet she felt, no, knew that she could trust this being. Knew it more then she knew anything else in the world. "Yes." This is all she was able to breath before she was engulfed in light.
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