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"Amelia"
I groaned and swatted at the voice that called my name.
"She's waking up, Amelia can you hear us?"
I opened my eyes, immediately regretting it because the light was unbearable. I crouched back and snarled. Damn it. Not again.
That's right, I said again.
Fuck! Now I have to change my identity again and move to a different apartment. So much for a cheap place.
Oh, in case it wasn't obvious, this wasn't new for me. I didn't technically lie but I did leave out the part where I happened to be a bit different from you're average person. When I turned 16 I had my first incident of dying. Here is a rule of thumb for New York, never walk alone at night. Ever. You will get drug into an alley, violated, and then beaten to death with a beer bottle.
Don't get me wrong, some parts are safe, but a majority of the ever so glamorous city is not.
Then when I turned 17, I had changed my look, my name, just about everything except my hair. I would never change it, stupid I know but I want a piece of the real me still in tact.
I wore lighter clothing, make up, I pretty much became a hipster. I showed up to my roommates house less and less so she wouldn't ask questions and avoided association in general.
Again kids, don't walk alone at night. That time I was hit by a drunk driver.
So again I changed my look, this time to what fit me, black, dark and gloomy. A bit grunge/gothic I guess you could say.
Now I was 18 and was murdered by a jeff the killer obsessed fanboy, question is, why did he choose me?
"Amelia" a desperate voice said. I could feel my veins coil and muscles tighten. Aaron.
I bit my tongue, drawing blood. I needed to calm down. No need to go all demon shit crazy.... Yet.
Once I calmed myself down I turned my body towards the doctors and the doe eyed bitch, I mean Aaron all standing a ways back yet shoving their composure forward.
A put on my signature wicked smile
"Morning" I said coldly.
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"It's a miracle that you survived, Amelia are you listenin-"
"Aaron, why are you here?"
I snarled in his direction, interrupting the doctor. My arms were lifted as the head nurse changed the wraps around my stomach. They were useless but whatever. The doctor dude shook his head and walked from the room mumbling to himself about "impossible" and "god sent" or some shit.
Aaron shook his head and went from staring at my chest, yes I was wearing a bra, to my face. Blush engulfed his face and he swallowed hard.
"I uh was uh at the bar and s-saw you and what went down, the kid with the fucked up face told me to bring you here or he would s-skin me"
You could see the fear in his eyes. What a wuse.
I rolled my eyes and snorted "you mean "Jeff the Killer"?" I did quotations with my fingers.
Little did he know that Jeff was indeed very real. We all were, but I just so happened to be let's say.... Worse.