Novel & Cerita And Then There Were 5

Miles. She looked around, calling my name louder and louder. I happily threw myself at her, only to pass straight through her body like air. I forgot again. I died five years ago. After waiting and hoping for so long, Mom had finally come back. She was holding candy and cookies. I stared so hard my mouth watered. My heart filled with joy. So Mom did care about me. She'd just been too busy. She'd only found time to come back now. I bounced around beside her and shouted, "Mom, I'm here! I'm right here!"

she yelled. My mother was stunned by her yelling. She stared blankly at the death certificate in her hand. The official words stared back at her: "This certifies that Charlie Sawyer, female, 25 years old, died on July 7, 2010. She suffered three years of brutal abuse before her death. Her reproductive organs were severely damaged, and her body bore countless injuries..."

Together. Always together. **THE END**

He was coming out. "Wait!" Catherine shouted after him. "Who are you to Rebecca? What did she ever do for you that made you protect her like this?" There was a brief silence in the classroom. Then Vance's voice rang out clearly. "Five dollars." "Five... dollars?" "She gave me five doors." With that, footsteps headed toward the door. Rebecca quickly turned to run, but that phrase "five dollars" kept echoing in her mind. Near the cafeteria, she turned at a loud voice calling out to her and saw Jenny come running up.

Sleep well where you are and wait for me. Five Years Later……

Five Five I was out for five days,five f**king days ,I still can't believe it .how could this man be so recklessly cruel to knock me out for so long and what about my parents aren't they worried about me .they must be going insane over me .I need to think carefully with him being around I can't risk it much .I can't giveup too early ,he might have spanked me just because he's physically strong but i still have some fight left in me .I can't loose to him this early.

The ride back to the penthouse was very different from their trip to the hospital earlier. Both Jace and Aaron were now chatting away quietly in the front while the DJ on Jacaranda FM kept them all awake with back to back hits from the 80s or maybe 90s. "You must be so relieved, Ma'am," Aaron said and lowered the volume even more. "It's Eden, Aaron. I'll have to call you, Sir, if you insist on this 'ma'am' business. And yes, I'm very relieved."

There's no way I'm telling my best friend his only purpose was to die. Stepping on the brakes, Zeke parked right behind the base. The base itself wasn't too big; it was dim and seemingly old, as if the building was abandoned. A forest encompassed half of the building, and the other half was covered in the night. I looked at Zeke before hopping out of the car and and silently closing the door. As he did the same, I slowly crept up towards the base.

--- “Okay… I officially hate this thing.” Because now— --- There were fewer figures. --- Not dozens anymore. --- Not scattered versions. --- Just a handful. --- Five. --- Each one sharper. --- More defined. --- More certain. --- Because they had chosen— --- But not the way Elena wanted. --- They hadn’t accepted loss. --- They had erased anything that caused it. --- Including doubt. --- Including hesitation. --- Including them. --- The remaining figures stepped forward slowly. --- Deliberate. --- Measured. --- Final.

The entire room felt colder than it should have been. The room felt bigger, but the screen remained the same. They were not changing at all. TIME PERIOD: 25 YEARS.