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36. Hitchhiker.
*Seraphine's POV*
I roam the edge of the highway, watching the cars and people pass me by, none of them look in my direction even when I flag them. I'm naked, freezing and confused. I'm not even sure how I got here. All I remember is thinking I was dead, dying. Nox. Nox killed me. I think? Everything is still fuzzy but bits and pieces come to me occassionally. I wish I could remember how or why I got here, walking the road in my birthday suit.
"Hello!" I scream, jumping up and down. No car stops nobody looks. "Please! I need to go home! I'm cold." I think I'm injured? There were gashes on my tummy.
I reluctantly speed up and head in the direction of the cars speeding past me. I see Christmas lights on buildings and houses that I pass, and decorated trees in windows. I watch with an aching heart as I see a family walking inside their home, little ones carrying packages and scurrying alongsid
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