‘To whomever is listening, I don’t believe in Vampires or Werewolves. Though it has been told to me that my whole family was slaughtered by these monsters. In a feud between the two species. I can’t see that this could be true. I am a scientific major and Science tells us that it is impossible. I sit here in my bedroom, looking out the window on the woods just beyond the road. Thinking of her. I have been having restless nightmares the last few nights. It is as if she is trying to tell me something. I recognise her face but I don’t know who she is. I have to go and see a doctor today to ask for some sleeping pill or something. This woman is haunting me, and considering that I lost everything the night my parents died I can’t even try to figure this out. This is so lame. I am sitting here on the edge of my bed writing in a journal as if this will help me cope with my adolescence. Pathetic!’ Abigail puts the book down shaking her head at the attempt she had made to feel better. She will be turning 18 in a week and somehow she only feels like running into the woods and getting lost.
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