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It starts with a rose, a rose in most lockers of the FearAway Institute.
I thought it was the cutest thing I ever seen in my life, but I was wrong. I never imagined that who had the rose was convicted. My rose was red like blood and was the only one in that color.

What I did not know at that time was that everything had started a thirty-one October, the day my sister Hazel disappeared.

I was in pain and that rose brought the worst nightmare I never dream.

That rose was my soul and he had me in his own power.



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