Chapter 1: Two reasons

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I was 12 the first time I saw him. The only thing I really remember about him was his eyes. His dark, cold, icey blue eyes, that cut through me. When he looked at me, I felt transparent, and that he could see right through me. That he could see my hopes , my dreams, but also my fears.

I watched him as he disappeared among the trees, the trees that kept secrets, secrets from everyone who didn't dare wonder in them.

They said it was a carcrash that killed my parents, but there were two reasons why I knew that was a lie.

Number 1 was both my parents didn't drive.

Number 2 was I saw them, in the woods nowhere near a car, dead.

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