The Sixth Sense: Stolen (Book 1)

PART 1: Chapter 1

I could feel the sweat coming down my face.

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My heart was beating faster than my feet hitting the ground.

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"Keep running! They're hot on our trail!". I don't look back because I knew it would just slow me down. I jump a fence and slide behind a building. The only noise I heard was the ringing in my ears. The bullets just keep coming.

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I peek around the corner and see nothing but a slightly busy street. The ringing went away and there were no more gun shots. If he died or got caught, I swear.

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"Dang nabbit! How the hell do they get away?", I hear a man say.

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"Surely we'll find them. It's a small town.", the other says.

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Once they got out of the clear, I turned around and started walking. My name is Bryan Mells. I've been with plenty of families since I was left at the age of 2. I was found by, as I've been told, a "bad man", and sent to the Dawnfield Meadows home of orphan children until I was 5. I have no clue who the bad man was, that was what the caretakers continued to tell me as I got older and older.

The guy that said something to me earlier was my best friend, Tyler Johnson. He came along when I was about 8. We didn't do the greatest things in the world. We began to steal things, like the caretaker's keys. One night I had sat on my bed while the other orphan kids were eating dinner. I began to question if I was a bad man and thinking this actually turned me into a bad man. I didn't care though, I had fun doing these things! I felt free!

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I finally got to the abandoned building we always come to and plop down next to an old sofa. It's our home away from home. I ran away from my recent family about a year ago. They were abusive so that was the best choice. I don't even think that they cared if I got education. I definitely did, despite my bad ways. I dropped out late in high school regardless. That was about 4 years ago.

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At this point, all I care about is living.

Tyler lies down on the nasty mattress that was next to me. He found it in one of the other rooms. It had spilled coffee on it, perhaps pee, and dust and dirt.

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"Dude, that mattress is really nasty.".

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"Well, be my guest if you want to sleep on the floor.", he says grinning with his eyes closed.

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"Heck no. I'm not doing that.". It was around 6 o'clock in the evening. "But I will go buy a new one.".

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"And how will you do that?".

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I hold up the money and say, "Buy one.".

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"Good idea.", he says opening one eye and looking at me. We've had that mattress for years now, it's about time we changed it. I walk out back and get into the new car we stole a few months ago. It was a red Nissan GTR. It was somewhat dented from this one time we raced friends. We lost $200 on that race. That race was tense and I'd definitely do it again. I hope it was legal.

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I then start the car and drove away. I always park it in the back because it doesn't need to be in the open. Not open enough to steal it anyway. After I got the mattress, I headed back to the building.