The house was quiet, quieter than it has even been in the last three weeks. Even at night it was noisy with the sounds of Ben's loud snoring. Now not even the wind from outside made a sound. The only sound heard through the whole house was the sounds of my feet banging on the floor as I ran down the stairs and into the living room.

'The Bakers aren't as smart as they think they are. ' I thought as I grabbed for the phone that rested against the living room wall. However the second I did I hesitated.

Crap! I couldn't remember my aunt's phone number. I was really bad with phone numbers actually and I doubt a phone book would work. Lee was far too much of a common name. Not to mention my aunt divorced her uncle -no blood relation, just through marriage- so I'm sure it would be him I call in a phone book and not her.

'Hold on a moment, my aunt had a cell phone. Oh what was it again?' I thought as I bit my bottom bit. If I couldn't remember it, and do it in a hurry since I had no idea if the Bakers could come back for some reason, I'd be screwed.

I think it might have taken a few minutes of mental thinking but I finally managed to remember the number. However now I hesitated a bit. My whole family was told I died in the car crash and for a reason I wasn't told. Would my aunt believe I was who I said I was? I could only hope she believed me and didn't think she thought this was a cruel joke and hung up on me. However, sucking up some air, I broke through my fear and began to dial the number.

The very second I pushed the button, however, my stomach began to feel nauseated. I was so scared things wouldn't turn out well that I wanted to puke. Slowly pushing the phone against my ear I heard it ring once, twice and three times. My heart was beating so fast that it hurt my chest and it felt like I couldn't breath. Realizing I was panicking I forced myself to inhale and outhale through my mouth. Although my last outhale was more of a cough as the phone stopped ringing the fifth time.

"Hello? Who is this?"

Hearing the voice of my aunt almost made me want to cry. I knew for a fact that my family members outside my parents were still alive. Yet hearing the voice of one of those family members poured all kinds of emotion into my heart. The biggest which was happiness to know I still have people that truly loved me in the world.

"Hello, aunt Jolene." I whispered, though loud enough for her to hear of course. It's just if I spoke any louder I don't think I could keep myself from crying like I was trying to but failing.

There was a short silence and I felt my heart dropped but finally the voice came back, "Who is this?"

I wont lie, I was very upset when she didn't recognize my voice right away. I just had to remind myself that she thought I had died in the car crash and voices sound different over the phone. So, now knowing the fact I lost the fight against crying, I inhaled deeply to control my sobbing before I made a reply.

"It's me, aunt Jo, Ashley." I said, sniffling as a few tears escaped my eyes. Once again there was more silence on the other ends of the phone and even more tears spilt as I blinked.

"No, you can't be my niece. She died three weeks ago along with her little sister, mother and father. Who ever this is please stop..."

"Aunt Jolene, I promise this isn't a prank. I didn't go to the church play that night. I can prove I am your niece." I cut my aunt off before she had the change to hang up on me. I had a feeling she wouldn't believe me and that is why I began to come up with ways to convince her as I was dialling her number.

"Fine, then prove to me you are who you say you are. I'm warning you now though, if you are indeed a prankster I wont hesitate to call the cops on a harassment charge." My aunt's voice threatened on the other end of the line. I swear I could hear hurt in her voice and I could understand that she'd be like that but it still kind of hurt that she didn't believe me as the threat to start sobbing grew.

"Alright then, let me tell you know something I should know then. On my sixth birthday you bought me a stripped bean bag cat that I still have today. However every birthday after that you'd get me a book and a gift card for twenty dollars. The first book you ever bought me was the first Harry Potter novel." I said through my tears, continuing to hold back my sobs. After a few moments of what I thought was silence I could hear the sniffling of crying on the other end of the phone.

"Oh my god, Ashley, you are alive! Why on earth aren't you living with me?" I heard my aunt ask through her tears. Now my heart beating fast -this time with joy- I smiled and rubbed some lingering tears that had not yet dropped from my cheek.

"I don't know why I'm not living with you or any other family member. The people from the Child Care Service put me in foster care. I am now living with a rotten family named the Bakers. My foster father told me that everyone thought I was dead and that no one would want me anyways." Now I was starting to lose control of my crying. My tears poured down my face and my voice began to hic as I wanted to sob.

"Where are you? I'll come pick you up and take you away from that place." The voice of my aunt told me. Again I felt my heart begin to hurt but this time it was a good kind of pain.

"I'm still in the same town aunt Jo. I just live farther in town now. I can easily walk to the old bus station if you remember where that is." I said, sniffling and, letting out a chocked cough, tried my eyes with my shirt sleeve. I could hear my aunt on the other end doing what seemed to be the same.

"That's near the end of main street, right?"

"Yes, next to Extra Foods." I nodded, obviously more to myself than my aunt. I'm just the kind of person that usually moves her body as she talks.

"Great! I'll come right away and pick you up. I should be there in about two hours. Pack everything you can and do whatever you have to to get away from those people." My aunt's voice order, to which I found myself smiling. This was going far better then I could ever hope for.

"That will be easier than you might think. I'm alone right now but I have to hurry. I don't know when the Bakers will be back." I said, readying myself to rush upstairs the second I hung up. I could almost see the smile spreed across my aunt's face at the news.

"That's perfect. In that case start packing as soon as you hang up. I'm already in the van. I'll see you soon; I hope." That was the last thing I heard my aunt say before I heard the dial tone of her hanging up.

I didn't bother putting the phone back in it's place as I dropped it, allowing it to dangle, and ran upstairs to get my stuff. Rushing into my room I grabbed at my backpack and emptied it of all my school stuff, all but the two mangas that had remained inside. I had decided that I would use my backpack to house all of my manga. All six volumes of my Vampire Knight, my two volumes of Bloody Kiss and all of my R,L,Stine books fit inside with room to spare.

With the spared room in the backpack I managed to fit in one of my piggy banks and my DVDs. My other piggy bank, a cheep dollar store one, would have to stay behind. That was no big deal. I just emptied the piggy bank and tossed all the money in the backpack's left side pocket. Once I get to Lilly Dail I'll ask my aunt to make me a bank account.

Tossing the now empty tin can aside I ran out of the room to get couple more bags out of the hallway closet. A large suit case and a duffel bag. I had no care in the world if the Bakers report me for theft. It would be worth it to have a loving family and the Bakers would have some explaining to do on my behave. With the idea of revenge against the nasty people playing through my head I excitedly ran back into my soon to be ex-room to continue packing.

All of my clothes went into the suit case, along with the laptop computer. The laptop was originally my father's but he had passed it on to me two months before he died. He had no longer any use for it when he got his Tablet, or so he told me. Anyways with a bit of room left I placed anything else that I wanted to bring with my clothes. As for my stuffed animals, all of those went into the duffel bag; along with anything that didn't fit in the suit case.

Soon I was all packed up. Everything else either wasn't mine or I didn't want to take. My shoes for summer had been shoved in the duffel bag. So, now that I was all ready, I grabbed my jacket and boots -which were still in the room with me- and placed them on. I put the backpack on first before wrapping the duffel bag around one shoulder. Lastly the suitcase I held by the handle, glad it was one of those wheeling ones. As for my knife, it was in my jacket pocket. There have been weird people around town lately and I figured it'd be good to have something to protect myself.

Hurrying down the stairs and exiting the house was the easiest part. Finding my way to the old bus stop would be much harder. It was harder because the sun had already gone down about an hour ago or so. It wasn't dark dark. I mean I could see the path in front of me alright enough. The part that made it hard was the snow and ice that was hidden by the darkness. With a knife in my jacket pocket, even with a sleath, that could get dangerous.

However, after making it to main street safely, I allowed myself to relax. It was still rather early, being only eight thirty; so said the giant clock on the one office building. Cars continued to zoom back and forth in all directions. Of course it brought up the memory of my parents but I forced myself to think of something different as I walked to the cross walk. I refused to allow myself to get so depressed when, in a couple of hours, I would be happy again. So I thought of that boy that told me his name was Takuma.

'Oh wait, didn't he tell me he needed to met someone on main street?' I asked as the sudden memory came back. As the walk single singled me to cross the road, I looked up and down main street, seeing if I could spot the boy.

Even if Main Street was far more lit up than anywhere else right now I couldn't see anything besides a few couples walking into a restaurant. Hmm perhaps he already met up with his friend and they are now both laughing at how freaked out I got. That's if he was even playing a joke on me. Even now I got a knot in my stomach when I thought of the Takuma look alike. However I couldn't let that ruin my night.

The old bus station was right in front of me. Well sort of. Right in front of me was the church that held the play. Looking at it brought night mares and feeling of guilt. So I picked up my pace and walked around the building, to where the bus station used to be. It got moved a few years ago but to where I have no idea. At this side of the building there was no lights or people. I could wait for my aunt in silence.

"Hello there, little girl." creepy, high pitch and sinister voice said. Chills running down my back I turned around to see the figure of a man standing in the shadows of night. I couldn't make out his face and I never got to before I found myself in a world of black.

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