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I walk down the stairs. Parents are already asleep. I don't know how much time I have left. All I know is that I'm not going to be alive much longer... But wait... Something doesn't feel right, have I said this before?All Rights Reserved

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I was walking to work one morning when a bag gets thrown over my head and I'm jerked back by two arms encircling my waist. My parents always told me this could happen as my father is the judge and put a high profile murderer behind bars. He set the bail at 1.2 million dollars and I honestly don't know why my father is still alive. I was in the courtroom but the little girl who was sitting next to me- maybe thirteen, so not really little- said there's no way he did it. Kids are a pretty good judge of character but I had to agree that some things looked off when the evidence was shown. The next thing I know the bag is pulled up some and a rag is put over my mouth and nose. I cringe inwardly at how cliché it is but hey chloroform does the trick and I'm out before we started moving.

I woke up in an unfamiliar place & my head was pounding... I looked around, only soon to meet eyes with a really handsome boy... "Hey baby girl, how'd you sleep?" He questioned coming to sit near me; I scooted away from him & looked at him confused. "Who are you? How do you know my name? Where am I? Why am I here?" "Calm down baby... You're safe. Now get dressed, I want you to meet some people." He stated as he got off the bed, kissed my forehead, & left me in the unfamiliar room confused & frightened. As I was getting dressed, I realized the guy that was in the room with me looked familiar to me, like I've seen him before, but where..? I pushed the thoughts aside & finished putting on jean shorts & a t-shirt.

Unimaginable || Luke Brooks *under editing* by LukeysCurls

"Where do you think you're going? Did I told you to leave?" He spoke and walked closer to me. He placed his left hand around my throat and pushed against the wall. I winced in pain. He was holding a knife in his right hand, and slowly trailed down with the top of the knife down my jawline. "D-dont, please" I gulped. I closed my eyes and I was shaking. I was about to pass out.

FINISHED It was a dark winter's morning. My family and I went for a walk. I was five, now I'm fifteen. They say, "The longer someone's missing, the less likely they're coming back." This day, ten years ago my eight year old brother was standing right in front of me. Every time I come back here I can feel his presence. Like he's everywhere but nowhere. But every time the police question me, I tell them the same thing. "What I say is what they say, what I do is what they do and how I think is how they think." "Who are they?" The police ask me. I say, "... the witnesses."

'I hear it in my ear drums. But I can't seem to convince myself that it's real.' I have no idea what I'm doing. Why am I writing this? I dunno, I felt like it and now I'll probably regret it day by day as I update it. Oh well, time to get drunk off of root beer and write down emotional stuff!

I tried to wriggle my arms and legs but just ended up feeling more exhausted and thirsty. I had a sudden urge to use the restroom but I felt helpless. "Pl...please...water...", I tried to scream but it came out more of a whisper. I heard footsteps approaching me and he stopped a few metres away from me and waited. "Please", I begged him. He came closer and poured the water on my mouth. I tried to drink it all but ended up leaving most of it on my dress. "Who are you? Why did you take me?", I asked him but there was no response. "Please let me go!", I cried. "Not so soon darling", came a hoarse reply. "Why are you doing this to me?", I asked him. "If I tell you that, what's the fun in it darling?", he asked with a sadistic smile. The peaceful life of Callie Brown turns into chaos when she goes missing. Read more to find out what happened to Callie Brown and if she survived.

Screams! Thats all I could hear , as I lay on sidewalk covered in a pool of my own blood . "Am I really gonna die....like this " I said with a heavy sigh . Ive never lived a very fulfilling life but that didn't mean I wanted to die . there was so much I wanted to do , to fix . my parents don't give a shit bout me so Im probably gonna be thrown in a public cemetery. I know this is a long shot but If there is a god out there , plz just one chance , it cant end like this ....

I was drowning. I knew that. I also knew that the hands around my throat, pushing me deeper into the river water was the cause. What I didn't know was who was drowning me and why. It hurt thinking. It hurt to do anything right now. But I still screamed under the cold water and pushed the hands away as hard as I could. It didn't have much effect. I fought and fought, but I was getting weaker, and colder. The pain was overbearing. I couldn't breathe. It was the worst pain imaginable; and as the hands that were around my neck were forcibly ripped off by some unknown force, I slipped deeper into the depths of the river. My hair was straight above me along with my arms. My eyes were open and the water burned. A darkness started to pull me under, taking the pain away. I felt a small pressure around my waist, before the darkness completely consumed me. The last thing I remember is thinking, save me.

There were about three things I knew right this moment. One, my parents are dead. Two, my friends and their families are dead. And three?... Ah, yes. Three. Well, the hunters behind me are about to try and make sure I follow in the other's lead. I'd explain everything now, but at the moment I have to run and probably fight for my life...

H.O.P.E (hold on pain ends) by ms_febabor

why won't they believe me? they feel i don't know what i'm saying but i do, why don't they see that? three murders, three culprits and one suspect... i keep screaming who the culprits are but all fingers are pointing to me saying am the suspect, why? are my saying the truth or are their own words the truth? did i really kill both my mum and my baby brother?

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I was walking to work one morning when a bag gets thrown over my head and I'm jerked back by two arms encircling my waist. My parents always told me this could happen as my father is the judge and put a high profile murderer behind bars. He set the bail at 1.2 million dollars and I honestly don't know why my father is still alive. I was in the courtroom but the little girl who was sitting next to me- maybe thirteen, so not really little- said there's no way he did it. Kids are a pretty good judge of character but I had to agree that some things looked off when the evidence was shown. The next thing I know the bag is pulled up some and a rag is put over my mouth and nose. I cringe inwardly at how cliché it is but hey chloroform does the trick and I'm out before we started moving.

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