After half an hour I'm still staring at the picture from little me and some young woman, who apparently is my mother. But it's not the picture of a happy little girl with her nose against her mother's. I'm starting at the blood spatters that are on both of the two things in my hands, the small picture and the letter. I always thought my mother left me behind and ran away from parenting. She didn't, she was dead... She killed herself. Why? Where is that house? I had to know. Were is the envelop? Maybe there is an address or something on it! I look around me and see it laying on the floor by the door. I pick it up and turn it around.

Black Store City, second avenue 48

Black Store City? I heard that before. But were? Wait a second, that is that small city that has been destroyed so many times and everytime they build it up again it was destroyed within a week. Hmmmm, were is my laptop? I look around again and see it laying on my desk.

City completely destroyed by tornado

No survivors in Black Store City

Thousands of death in catastrophe in a smal city

Black Store City finally build up again after years

Smal city destroyed by a strange fire

Is this city cursed?

Black Store City will not be build up again

Ghost town left alone

It's gone... The city is no longer there. Well, I have to go there anyway! And right now. I directly start to pack my stuff. I'm done in a few minutes because there is not much to pack. But I can't just leave... I mean yeah I am mad at Alice, but she has always been there for me when I needed her to.

Alice,

I'm sorry I left like this but I really had to go. I read the letter you dropped, you know the letter from my mom. I have to find the house even though the city is wrecked I have to give it a try. I turn sixteen tomorrow so it shouldn't give you any trouble I'm gone. Good luck and goodbye.

Yasmine

After writing it I put it on my desk and walk downstairs hoping nobody will see me. "Hey ghost girl!" No not him! Jack is a boy from around my age and he really thinks he rules this place. He already calls me names like that since he came here(which is around 12 years ago) because I am so pale. I mean like my skin is as good as white. But only if he knew what I could do... "Where are you going, playing with your boyfriend, or with his best friend. Oh or maybe with his little sister... Oh wait, you can't. They are all dead. Murderer!" I see the mirror behind him coming lose from the wall. Shit! I really need to learn to control this before it goes wrong again. Like two years ago...