I walked into the station, and the whole world spun around my in a big whirl. My tears made a coat of blur on my eyes. My heart ached in my chest and I could feel it in every other inch of my body. I walked into the musty police station, a dreaded place. Police are supposed to make things better, but not when you're on the suspect list. 

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The police questioned me for hours on end. Then they finally let me go. But I didn't know where to go-I had no friends and my house was a crime scene.

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I went to the old house that was near the edge of town, but still surrounded by buildings. It wasn't abandoned, every once in a while people came and touched it up, but nobody used it. It was a fairly nice building. A few spaces in the floorboard and dust.

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I traveled to the Supermarket and came out with a pillow, 4 blankets, a blow up mattress, food, and water. I never expected my life to be like this. I was in an old abandoned building, sleeping, listening the the howling of the wind.

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I woke up around 1 in the morning to get a drink of water. It was extremely humid. As I drank, I looked out of the window to see another cop car, sitting, with its lights off. I traveled outside, and the cop who had questioned me was back. 

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The wind whacked at my face, knotting my hair. "What do you want" My eyes were halfway closed and my body felt limp. "Your aunt. She is going to take care of you." My once tired eyes were wide open, and my body regained control of itself and my jaw did not hit the floor-it came close. "I am not going with that woman! She was in an insane asylum for half of her life!" My eyes filled with tears. Then my aunt got out of the car. "Let's go home" she looked at my with a sweet look, but her arms shook and her smile was unconvincing. I ran to my car, locked the doors, and drove off to the main road. I was headed to New York. Mom was there. All I had to do was find her.

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Then my uncle stood in front of my car, a little ways up on my path. I slammed on the breaks. He stood there for a little while. I started to back up, but he ran up to my front window and punched it with all of his might. I stared at him with disbelief, but an evil look possessed his face. He began reaching for me. While I was dodging him, which felt like I was in a really-predictable horror movie, he had grabbed my keys. He kept locking the doors when I unlocked them. I kicked out the side window and started to climb out, when I felt this excruciating pain in my neck, where he had grabbed me. I turned blue, and then I woke up.

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I was still in the old building. I started to cry and had an overwhelming fear race through my body. It had felt so real, a nightmare in reality. I had already lived through one of those.

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I fell asleep, hearing the screaming of my family before they were killed.

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