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Running... Fighting... I'm over it. And it all started with a murder... *** Scarlet was only 12 years old when her best friend named Clark was murdered. Ever since his funeral, she started having dreams... Nightmares, perhaps. She started feeling an eye on her. When she told her mum about it, she just said, "It's just your imagination." Through the years, when Scarlet turned 13, then 14, then 15, she tried to keep her "imagination" from getting the best of her. Deep inside, though, she always knew that it wasn't her imagination. But the more she said that it wasn't her imagination, the more it became true, and she didn't want to believe it. When she turned 16, she was tired of hiding... She was done with running and fighting... And it all started with a murder. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ *All rights reserved* I would appreciate it if you don't copy off this story plot. Thanks ;)
Chapter 1
