Preface

"I whispered, 'You're not real,' my voice hoarse from shouting and screaming half an hour ago. I moved my head away from the cold metal headboard of the bunk bed I was leaning against and then swiftly banged it back.

'You.' I said, feeling a pain in my forehead.

'Real.' I heard the sound of a door.

'Not.' As I reunited my forehead with the cold metal of the bunk bed, I inhaled the sour smell of my blood.

'You are not real.'

Just as I was about to hit my forehead against the metal again, a strong hand grasped my wrist. I didn't turn to look as it pulled me back. I already knew who it was.

The killer.

My killer."