Prologue

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It was foggy. I couldn’t see clearly. My heart was pounding, my head was swimming, and I didn’t know where I was.

“YOU’LL BE DEAD, GIRL.”

I turned around.

‘What?’

“SLICED. DEAD AND SLICED.”

The voice had a kind of childish hatred to it, like it had a personal vendetta against me.

“I’m sorry, but-“

“JUST LIKE YOUR BOYFRIEND HERE.”

The fog cleared, and a trickling black liquid pooled at my feet. My eyes hunted backwards for the source, and it stopped at a small hump on the horizon. I walked towards it, fearing for the worst. Dread was pooling in my stomach.

It was him. Oh no. Dead, on the floor, with a slit throat. His limbs were at a wonky sort of angle, like he was being jerked around like a puppet. Those eyes, those comforting celestial holes that was my refuge looked blankly at me, grey film over his vision. Overwhelming me. And I knew. I was alone. So there was nothing in the world. I didn't want that.I screamed.

“Ash!”

Tom.

“Tom?”

“It’s okay. You just had a nightmare.”

“Oh-oh, Tom. I d-dreamed you w-were dead!”

“It’s ok. It’s fine. Here, I’ll stay next to you until you’re asleep.”

I didn’t hear that. I was already gone.

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