Chapter 1

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I'm walking down a deserted road, after having gone to the shops being surrounded, it was nice to be somewhere no on can bother you. I'm a mile away from the treehouse, from true safety. Well nothing is ever really safe but the tree house was as Close as it could get. What soul would suspect that a 17 year old human girl would be hiding in the woods, not the ones who live in Chicago. One mile away from the clearing where the wood begin and the road ends. I always think the clearing where the road ends and the woods beginning is where civilisation stops, no souls really come into the woods, unless it's for a nurture walk, so all that's really there is nature, animals and me. And that's they way I like it, civilisation has given me enough scars physically and mentally as it was. I sometimes wonder what would happen if I just skipped my clearing all together and walked right Instead of left. If I walked right and continued on the road. Would I be captured, would I just be alone as I am in the woods or would some humans come across me, would I have to fight my way out and hurt them or even kill them or would they surprise me and actually be a decent person. It's the last option that always stops me.

Why would I leave the sanctuary of my woods for some human who could possible be as the bad as the ones I've meet. I imagine that to normal people the souls were monsters who've invaded our planet and I see that I really do but what about the humans they took over that were monsters to this world, what of the ones who caused all the violence and evil. The only mistake I think the Souls made was taking over the good and alright people of the world and then missing out half of the bad ones. Like Shiela my social worker, sweetest women I ever meet, she was only my worker for a couple of months, I sometimes wonder if she'd been with me from the beginning would I be as screwed up as I am, anyway Shelia was a good person and she didn't deserve to have her mind taken over. My old social worker, I would have handed her over to the souls with a sign that said take me take me.

Half a mile.

I mean I swear she put me in shitty homes on purpose, I mean no way you could put one person in that many bad homes by accident, I guess I didn't help that when I was 7 I nicknamed her miss sandbags after her bad boob job she got. I mean come on she had just over 8 years to find a suitable home for me and never found one that wasn't abusive or wanted to keep me. If that doesn't deserve a soul in your head I don't know what does. Not that anything that happened in those homes mattered, not what after happed at the, no no more thinking about that hope, it's over and done with you got away.

Quarter of a mile

Oh well I don't even no what happed to miss sandbags. I know what happened to Shelia, I was there when they took her. And when the news reported that a soul's host had taken control and had shot themselves in the head. They used it as a warning to souls that if there host is resisting and beginning to take control they have to talk to someone about removal immediately. I didn't understand till a couple of years later why she would kill herself, I mean sure you have a soul in you but why not just try remove it. I have come up with two possible reasons. Number one that she could only take control for so long and she'd rather be dead than be inhabited by a soul or number 2 was that she did it for me. I guess Sheila thought I was worth something to the world for some reason. Sheila may have been a kind and caring Women but she was also cunning and sneaky when she needed to do anything. And after being apart of the social work department she knew her way around. So when she found out the souls had invaded, don't ask me how she figured it out two months before anyone else in the population did as I don't have a clue. But she did so when she figured out what was happening she erased me out of existence. And I don't mean that she just deleted a couple of files I mean she got her hands on everything she could deleted it or burned it. The only copy that was left of anything was put in a file which she later gave to me, I didn't know how much the government had on me but I suppose I shouldn't be surprised with all the homes I've been in. Sheila did everything she could to make sure nobody would know about me. And some days I think she went as far as to kill herself just to make sure she kept my existence a secret.

I don't want option number 2 to be true because if it is it means that her death was my fault and I couldn't handle that.

I'm so lost in my memories that I don't even hear the two truck heading up a raid that I know usually to be abandoned at this time of night that I didn't think to pay attention of my surroundings drawn into the false sense of security of being so cold to my sanctuary. I didn't notice the headlight or the honking of the horns. I didn't notice anything till I felt my self being hit by a bulldozer. All I fell is pain lots of pain but not the most pain I've ever felt but pain. I hear a opening of slamming of truck doors the. Foot steps " what the hell jared why'd you hit her." I hear someone shout but after that everything gets a bits blurry and my head feels heavy I see feet step in front of my face before everything gets dark.

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