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Hope POV:

I awoke to voices. Screaming, someone was screaming. I looked around but Miley, Andra and Kayla were all sound asleep. I got up and walked into the hallway. It was louder; it seemed no one else was awake. Am I dreaming? This doesn't feel like a dream. I walked downstairs slowly. The noise increased and I heard male voices laughing and talking. How can everyone sleep through this? How? I covered my ears. The noise was so high pitched and loud. I reached the bottom of the stairs and saw a girl about seventeen. She was surrounded by four men. My heart beat loudly. What do I do? One of the men pulled out a knife. He smiled and stroked the blade. My breath caught as he advanced on the girl. He was right in front of her. She screamed again, but it was cut off, because he plunged the knife deep into her chest. I held back a scream. I felt tears well up in my eyes. The men laughed and joked, like they didn't just murder a girl. A hand tapped my shoulder and I jumped. I let out a yelp and spun around. "Are you ok?" Alexander asked. I put my finger to my lips and peered around the corner. Alexander walked around the corner and looked at the men.

"They can't hear us. They can't see us either. Unless we want them to." He said. I stared at him in shock. "Are you crazy?" I whispered.

"Not yet." He replied. I looked back at the men. They really hadn't heard us. And they can't see us either.

"What- do- why can't they see or hear us?" I asked. He smiled.

"You really don't know do you?" he asked. I shook my head. "You're a Necromancer. Like me." He said.

"What the heck is a Necromancer?" I asked. He chuckled. He walked over to the couch in the lobby and sat. He patted the seat next to him. I went and sat down. "We have a lot of talking to do." He said.

"First, let's start on what necromancy is," he looked at me and I nodded, "Necromancy is communicating, seeing and raising, the dead." He said. I raised my eyebrows. He laughed. "Ok, do you understand what it is?" he asked. "I-I'm not really, s-sure." I stuttered. I Hate my stutter. He nodded. "Those guys," he poked his finger to the men in the middle of the room, "are ghosts." He said. I looked at them, then I nodded. He smiled. "Now we're getting somewhere." He said. "Could you tell me your name?" he asked, like he just realized he didn't know it.

"Hope, but I prefer Patricia Marie, or just Marie." I said. He nodded and held out his hand. "I'm Alexander." He said. I shook his hand. "How long have you been here Marie?" he asked. "Sixteen years." I said. His expression went to one of surprised worry. "Well how old are you?" he asked. "Sixteen." I answered. He shook his head. "What happened? How'd you end up here?" he asked. I took a deep breath. "The day after I was born, my mom and dad were driving home and a huge truck hit them head on. They both died immediately. The other driver was fine and so was I." I said. "I'm so sorry." Alexander said softly. I shook my head. "Don't be, I don't remember my parents. This is the only home I've ever known. I'm used to it." I said.

He nodded thoughtfully. "What are you here for?" I asked. He turned his head where I couldn't see his expression. "Nothing, just stupidity." He replied. I nodded but didn't press him any further. And still, when I looked at him, my heart fluttered. Lord I don't want love. Love is weakness. I show no weakness. Most of the time.

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