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I woke up in sweat. My body was shaking and tears were rolling down my face. I always have this strange dream of me in a dark room with red lighting. All I can see is blood dripping from my head to my nose and I can feel this throbbing pain coming from my scalp I see a girl but sheś blurry she sorta looks like me, but she has really short hair and brown eyes, so it couldn’t be me. I got up from my bed and went to the bathroom to get ready for school I brushed my teeth, combed my hair, and put on my makeup. I went to my instagram to post a picture and already in 2 minutes I have five thousand likes. I have 3 million followers just by posting my everyday life. People at my school make a big deal

Inappropriate pictures were being posted and my reputation was being ruined I went to change my password but it had already been changed I got logged out of my own account so I called my friend jonathan who was an eye surgeon but also a secret hacker. He hacked me into my own account in under one minute. He helped me change my password and disable my account. Jonathan asked to take me out to the mall so we got in the car and took off. People were chasing the car, snapping pictures, some even threw nails and gasoline at us. People hate me and I didn’t know how to handle it I looked at the angry mob and in the middle there she was, standing there… her eyes looked devilish, her mouth had a wide smile.”Jonathan there she is!” He didn’t look. “Jonathan?” He pulled up in a dark empty ally, I started to worry.” Very funny” I said. “Now turn back around.” He got off the car and before I knew it everything went black. I opened my eyes and all I could see was a blurry vision. “Shhhhh” it was her. She had a doctors mask on her face and her hands were covered in blood. I screamed as loud as I could. “HELP ME LET ME GO, LET ME GO!” “scream all you want no ones gonna here you.” she covered my mouth with duck tape, took a scalpel and cut all around the top of my forehead. I cried and screamed as

She laughed and took a pill, I read on the bottle Opiate pain relievers, those were the pills my mother took when she had cancer. Explains her hair loss, and why she took mine. She whispered in my ear. “ I know you killed our mother , you wanted to be the only child so you killed our mother and sold me to a stranger. Now all I need is... mothers eyes.” I panicked trying to escape I kicked her in the throat. She flew back and I cut the chords with the scalpel. She ran up to me fighting for the scalpel we hit the hospital bed and bumped into walls she grabbed me by the neck and held my head into the sink I was shaking but the more I shook the more I lost my breath my lungs took in a gulp of water and I was losing breath everything was fading away until someone pulled my head out of the water. “Jonathan! Look what she did to me!” I looked to the side, she was lying on the floor passed out we have to get out! Not yet Jonathan said “I’ve always loved you, but you never loved me”. I felt a sharp pain on the right side of my stomach, blood dripped on the floor and the scalpel was slowly killing me. I looked at jonathan in shock as he layed me on the hospital bed she