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Skyla I woke from my sleep and sat on the bed. I was praying to God that I was dreaming of getting kidnapped, and I found Emerson Kennedy was my stalker. I slowly opened my eyes, thinking maybe I was in my home in London. To my surprise, I saw myself in that same bedroom where Emerson locked me up. I put my palms over my face and rubbed my face in frustration. It was not supposed to happen. I knew that person would someday come to take me away with him and kill me. But I was so wrong. I climbed off the bed after seeing a window there. I needed to see where I was. I pulled that curtain aside and opened the window. My eyes widened in horror when my eyes fell on the forest. Where did he bring me, God? I have no idea where he brought me. Even though the weather was pleasant and warm, it stil