Prolouge.

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Brandy woke to find shattered glass sorounding her and a pool of blood laying by her side. She hopped up yet again and was on thee move. It was just a dream she told herself. She ran through a dark tunnel lit by headlights in the mist. Shee pulled up her hood and ran out into the raining night. She heard a whisper in her ear. "You'll never get me I will torture your memories and haunt you until you go crazy and then tear you apart.....limb.....from limb". The voice cackled. Brandy fell to her knees pluugging her ears to a loud shriek in the distance.Car alarms went crazy, glass shattered and Brandy's vision went blurry. So she sat there like a coward telling herself lies like it will be over soon, I can do this alone. But as a matter of fact she couldn't do it alone, she couldn't risk dragging her friends in to the black hole which is her life. She thought and thought until her ears could barely handle her thoughts and the loud shrieking noise that contiued on. As tears fell down her face, she ran and ran until blisters appeared on her feet and her ankles ached. She had caught her arm in a barbed wire fence and was still recovering and she now realised she was a run away teenager who is absoloutley demented. She slowed down and walked into the centre of the road. Hearing car horns beeping and yelling above her sobs she could't handle it, she couldn't bear the risks and the loss and pain of every single move she made. She stood firm until a hand grasped her shoulder and pulled her to the side of the road saving her, he is not a knight in shining armour, or the man of her dreams, he's the poison on her dagger

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