Parties are fun right? But murder isn't. You seemed to be the only person to remember her. A girl with blue hair, that sat in the back of your art class. However a few weeks turned into months, and she was nowhere to be seen.

You saw her at the homecoming party. She was gorgeous and shy. The only thing you every exchanged with her was a smile and your first name. She did the same.

You went to the police, hoping they could help. But all you knew was her first name, Reed. No last name, no friends, or enemies. Just a first name. The police ignored your worry and sent you off. Your peers and teachers grew concerned. None of them seemed to know the girl.

"How could you not remember?! She sat right her everyday for the past 6 months! She transefed from France in October." You yelled at your art teacher.

"Y/N I am sorry. But I never had a student named Reed." She said with a sad look.
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Am I going crazy?

I know she was there!

Where is she?

Come back.

Is she okay?

Reed...Reed... REED!

"Y/N....."

You jolted out of your bed. A girl was in the corner on the left side of you room. She looked at you and spoke your name again.

"Y/N...."

Its Reed...