,'. The mansion. ,'.

,'. Part four .',

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When, a near-by car was making its way through the neighborhood. The unsuspecting four-year-old, went to get a ball from across the street, when the car ran over the poor girl." She said, I stood in shock. "It's my fault." I hear the same boy from earlier speak.

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The tv turns to just before the crash. I watch, as the scene unravels. "Throw the ball Felix!" The little girl says, while holding her hands in the air. Then it hits me, That's mia! I continued watching, as the boy threw the ball. The ball landed, and bounced over the fence into the road.

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"I'll get it!" she said, already opening the gate. I saw the car coming, there was a drunk man in the car holding a beer bottle in his hands. "WATCH OUT!" Felex yelled, as the little girl ran into the road and bent down to pick the ball up. She looked towards him, a confused look on her face. Then, *BANG* The car hit her.

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Then the tv glitched, to a scene of the body. She was lying lifeless on the road, her ash blonde hair soaked in blood. Her eyes were open, however they were white. Soulless, and dead. Her dress was stained a deep blood-red, as well as the street around her. "I couldn't save her.." The boy says, the room changes.

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It was a small room, the walls colored a light baby-blue. The room looked to be a child's, toys scattered on the floor. Plushies filled the small bed in the corner of the room. There was a small closet, filled with clothes. I saw the boy named Felix sat on his bed. He was looking at the floor, soulless eyes. He muttered something, over-and-over. I listened to what he was saying. "It's all my fault." He repeated.

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My eyebrows furrowed. "IT'S ALL MY FAULT!" He shouted, catching me off guard, making me fall. Once I fell, he continued to whisper. "It's not your fault." Sadness filled my tone. As soon as he heard me, he stopped muttering. "What?" He asked in dis-bealefe. "It's not your fault." I repeated myself.

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I watched as the little boy's bottom lip quivered, he looked like he was going to cry. I walked over to him, and he sat on his bed. I sat next to him, and slowly wrapped my arms around him. He started crying, as I comforted him, whispering into his ear. "Shh, It's not your fault." He whipped his tears on his flannel sleeve.

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"I wish you could stay." He said, I raised my eyebrow. "What do you mean, 'Stay?'" I asked, looking at his crouched form on the bed. He looked up at me, frowning. He pouted, "I wish you could stay," He started, "But you need to go." He responded, and stood up. He disappeared, and the room started to disintegrate into darkness. "What? What do you mea-" I was cut off, by the floor under me disappearing as I fell into the void.

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It seemed endless, I was falling. I was deep in my thoughts, thinking about what had just happened. "Lori.. Lori!.. LORI!" Someone yelled, louder and louder. It rang through my ear. I lifted my hands to my ears, covering them from the noise. I closed my eyes tightly.

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Shaking my head aggressively, trying to open my eyes. After a lot of struggle, my eyes darted open, and I sat up. I was drenched in a cold sweat. I looked around the room, and recognized that it was my own. I let out a breath, and calmed. I was slightly shaking, and my heart was racing. I calmed myself down, and looked at the clock on my desk. "12:13" I muttered, letting out a sigh.

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*Creek* My door, slowly opened, to reveal a feminine figure. The figure, was standing in the doorframe, holding a tray of food. Her long, white hair flowing all the way down to her mid-back. Her hair was curly, but not knotted. She had a big smile plastered on her face, and her skin was black. She walked slowly over to me, tray still in hand. She took a seat next to me, and set down the tray.

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"Here dear, eat." She said, in a calm, motherly voice. "Thank you, mama." I said, giving her a weak smile. She nodded, and shifted her face to the closet. I looked down at the tray, and it had two pieces of grilled cheese, a bowl of tomato soup, and some milk. I licked my lips, my stomach growling quietly. I took the grilled cheese, which was cut in half, and started to eat.

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As I was eating, I heard a loud squeal. I looked up, sandwich halfway in my mouth. It was papa, Mia walking slowly behind him. I smiled at the height difference, Papa being taller than the doorframe, and Mia being up to his ankle. I giggled, and watched the two elders, embrace each other into a loving hug. A smile planted on both of their faces. Mia walked up to me, and sat next to me.

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She hugged me from the side, and I hugged back. She looked up at me, and furrowed her eyebrows. She pointed to my face, and I looked down in shame. She tapped my shoulder, and I looked back at her. She had grabbed a piece of paper and a pen, and wrote; "From your dad?" In sloppy, children's writing.

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I nodded sadly, and watched as she frowned. "But hey! Don't let that get you down." I said, trying to lighten the mood. She smiled sadly at me, and leaned her tiny figure against my arm. I sighed, and closed my eyes, enjoying the moment. 'Why couldn't my real family be like this?' I thought.

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Then an image of the boy in my dream popped up, "Hey, Mia" I started, looking at her. She tilted her head, indicating to me to go on. "Do you have a brother?" I asked, her eyes widened, and her brows furrowed. She looked at the ground, small tears welling in her eyes. "Oh, I'm sorry! Touchy subject?" I asked, she nodded sadly.

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