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'Alexa, come on, time to wake up,' light blinded me briefly, my eyes sore and swollen.

"W-what?" I yawned, my voice extremely hoarse. The loud rattle of metal against metal helped me wake up completely. The pungent odor of garbage and human sweat nearly caused me to puke. Once I got my bearings, I scanned the area of where I was.

Not many people were on the subway, I was sitting in a far off corner, away from anyone else. "H-how did I end up here?" I whispered slowly, looking around. When a homeless man near me glared at me for waking him up with my mumbling; I quickly shrunk back into a fetal position in my seat.

'I brought you here, I'm taking you somewhere I know is safe,' Alfred spoke up gravely.

'Safe?' I echoed. 'Safe from wha-' I had raised my hand to wipe my face though when I caught sight of my hands, it was still tinted pink and blood was drying under my fingernails. 'Oh my god,' I gasped gazing in horror at my palms.

'Sorry, I thought I washed it all off,' Alfred apologized solemnly. Now fully awake I looked down at my where my dress should have been. Instead I was in black snow pants, a red puffer jacket and black snow boots. 'I slipped you through the back door of a second hand store.'

'You stole these!' I screamed at him freaking out.

'Of course not,' he scoffed like he was genuinely offended. 'I left some of the cash you had in your purse on the counter,' I calmed down a little at this statement, though it didn't stop the shock of what had just

happened.

My friends were gone, I was never going to see them again, and the guy I fell so hard for, was just using me as a way of entertainment. I felt like I hit rock bottom, that there was no way back up, and to tell you the truth I didn't want to get back up, for fear of falling down again.

'Alexa I know what you're going through but you can't get distracted, right now you need to focus on getting as far away from here as you can.' Alfred broke through my brooding. The train rattled to a stop and the doors opened as one or two people left and another came back on. I cast a drowsy glance out the door as we pulled out of the station, though I was graced by the familiar sight of my train stop.

'Wait this is my stop,' I gasped shooting up straight and looked frantically out my window. 'Dad must be worried sick. I need to go back!' I started to pace back and forth, though I found it was hard to take steps, like my legs were fighting against me.

'You'll only put him in danger Alexa,' Alfred argued, his voice sounded strained like he too was fighting for control.

'This is my body and I don't want you controlling it!' I snapped trying to move with all my might, my feet felt glued the metal floor of the train. 'Ever since you started talking, things have been going downhill! The nightmares, that crazy friend of yours-'

'Iggy is not crazy! Well not the way you think. Though why are you calling him crazy if what he says is true,' Alfred argued still sounding strained. My foot slid a centimeter the way I wanted it to.

'BECAUSE IF IT'S TRUE THEN I MAY AS WELL HAVE BEEN THE ONE WHO KILLED MY FRIENDS!' I toppled to the floor as the train lurched forward ready to move. I slipped on my hands and knees, frantically scrambling towards the doors, just barely rolling out as the doors slid shut.

'Alexa you have to listen to reason! You will only put your father in dan-'

I didn't listen; I only heard the slapping of my boots against the pavement, occasionally slipping on a patch of ice every so often. My feet leading me down the streets I had grew up on, laughed and explored with my friends; the streets I loved. Now going by like a broken movie reel.

My house came into my line of sight as snow started to fall. The lights glowing despite this late hour; I could see the shadow of my father stumbling around frantically, going every which way. My feet felt like lead as I walked up the small step from the sidewalk into the front yard. I took slow, agonizingly painful steps down the front walkway. My heart was in my throat as I walked.

I could hear my dad mumbling to himself as I got to the front door. Years of coming home, to these steps, laughing and smiling without a care in the world. Now after everything that had happened, I just wanted to walk through those doors, hug my dad, have him tell me everything would be alright. Then he would send me off to bed and I would wake up the next morning with him stroking my hair, keeping watch as I slept in case of nightmares.

Though as I turned the door knob, I knew those days were over, because on December 20th 2044, my life changed. For the better, you can bet it sure as hell didn't

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