A chance to go back

A chance to go back

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Nov 6, 2018
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Action and Thriller
I stared at my clouded reflection, admiring how much I have changed. It was then that I saw how much a person could change in ten years. My hair was long, my body matured. A couple of inches added to my height. Taking in what seemed to be an unbelievable sight, all I could do was stand and stare. The trashed shirt that covered a tank top I wore fit more than I had thought it would. Everything seemed so unrealistic, was this really who I was? This girl in the mirror staring back at me covered in blood and sweat and grime? Why did I let myself get this way, how could I be brought into everything that has happened? I started searching for an answer, and now there are multiple questions unanswered.
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My name is Lila, the last of the Grays. The Glass Man murdered my family seven years ago, and I've been running ever since. He finds me in my dreams and tells me I'm not human. I argue with him, because it's absurd. So what if I can sense and control other people's minds and change my appearance at will? It doesn't mean I'm like him. I try to save lives, while the Glass Man kills on a whim. When he's close, I feel our combined potential, like a nuclear bomb with the power to wipe out the human race. Maybe that's why he's looking for me. Or maybe he wants to kill me, too. Before my time runs out, I have to find out why mother left me her music box. It holds answers-I know it. Although I'm tired, I have to keep moving. Keep scrounging for food. Keep dodging bullets. Keep ahead of him. It should be an easy decision, if not for the part of me that wants him as badly as he wants me.

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