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New town, new school, new friends. Here, no one will be looking for us. No one will know that we have killed to survive. No one will know that the my brother and I aren't human. That was the plan anyway. We didn't bank on them finding us so quickly. “Stop being pathetic wolf girl. You lost, you think I give a shit? Look at me; if you don’t then I can’t even help you save your own worthless life. Not that I really care either way but...” “She was your mother wasn’t she?” She raised her head and those large grey eyes met mine. I froze. “I didn’t realise until you came in just now. You have the same eyes as her.” She muttered. “Did you kill her?” I asked; the words came out hoarse. She nodded; I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach. I always thought I would know what to say to my mother’s killer when I met them. But I always imagined a boy my age, a mini Jonathon Grey look alike who would stare me down and then I’d kill him. I never thought I would be standing in a cell looking down at a beautiful, battered teenage girl who confesses because she recognizes my eyes.
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My dream continued the one I'd been having for the past couple of nights. I ran, gasping for breath, through the familiar woods from a dark figure behind me. The faster I tried to run, the slower I seemed to go, until it was like I was running in place. I knew I needed to run. I was terrified of what the figure would do when he caught me. "Mara Leigh," a deep, smooth voice called. It was almost hypnotic. That was new. The figure had never spoke before now. I ran as fast as I could go, eyes searching the forest floor for a big stick or something that I could use to defend myself. "Mara Leigh!" the voice came again, this time more insistent. The forest slowly started to fade and I started to awake to someone shaking my shoulders. "Beau?" I mumbled, turning my head to the side. What's Beau doing in my room this time of night? Why is he shaking me? "Do not call me that name." My eyes flew open as I jumped at the voice from my dream. A face was right in front of mine, and just like the voice, it wasn't Beau. Before I could form a scream, a hand covered my mouth. I tried to bite it but I couldn't get my mouth to open. He's too strong. I started to use my whole body to try to get away, but he crawled on top of me, holding me down. I pulled the hidden knife out from under my pillow and slashed as hard as I could at him, but he just grabbed my wrist and squeezed it until the pain made me drop the knife. Then he grabbed both my hands in one of his and held them over my head. He held me down while I struggled. I grunted and moved and tried to kick and scream, but I only wore myself out. Exhausted, I stopped thrashing and let the tears flow freely down my cheeks. I didn't know what to do, so I just tried to prepare myself for whatever was coming.

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