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The door opens again. âHello? Whoâs there?â I call out. The door closes. The person doesnât answer. âWho is it?â I ask again, my finger hovers over the âHelpâ button... Just in case. The person takes three steps... âHmm sorry, what was that? I had headphones on,â I sigh, on the inside, though. âI would just like to know who you are and why youâre here,â I say, why would they have headphones on? âOh. Iâm Kieran. Iâm the cleaner. You wouldnât mind if I talk to you while Iâm here. Youâre usually asleep when I come in,â Kieran replies. So thatâs why he had headphones. âOf course, I could do with the company anyways,â I answer, smiling... I think I was smiling, the numbness is still there. âCool... its Eva, right?â He asks, I nod, âCool. Did you know that people are calling you the âBlinded Survivorâ? Youâre famous, along with âParalysed Survivorâ and the âSilenced Survivorâ. Itâs quite cool if you ask me,â Kieran says. I freeze. Famous. Me. No. But why would he lie? Iâm going to believe him. Only him. And the two others he mentioned. âWho are the other two, may I ask?â I question, the feeling has returned to my face now.
âErm... the âParalysed Survivorâ is a five-year-old orphaned girl called Makara and the âSilenced Survivorâ thirteen-year-old orphaned boy called Callum. The Owen guy thatâs been on the news for the past five weeks has gone missing too,â Kieran answers. I freeze at that. He lied to me... it WAS him... âMissing... Like ran from the police, gone into hiding?â I ask my heart beating like a sledgehammer in my chest. âThink so. âWhy do you want to know?â Kieran replied. I cover my face and take a deep breath, âHe was my husband and the explosion that he is being held responsible for is why Iâm here, blinded.â I take another breath, waiting for the âWell he wasnât a very good lover, thenâ. It never came. âWell do you think that it was him? And Iâm sorry that you have to go through this. I need to go now, see you soon,â he says. I smile waving. I donât hear the door shut so I do it myself... Idiot! Iâm not supposed to do that... My head is spinning with not only my thoughts but two others... No three... A girl... Itâs Makara... A boy... Itâs Callum... And a man... who, I donât know. Yet. Iâm going to meet them soon... Iâll find a way... I have to...
The thoughts get clearer: Something is going to happen. Something that could change the world. Something to do with us. I can feel you, I want to meet you.
I smile.
Monday 10th October 2005, 12:20
[Owen]
She is going to hate me. God, I hate me. I promised that nothing would happen. Not after last time. No. I will not think of that. God I love her. I canât think like this. She hates me. What have I done? Iâve killed my friends, my family, blinded my wife and I have run from the law. They canât know who I am. What I am. What I can do. Iâm dangerous. What happened five weeks ago proved that. I blew up my lab and killed around twenty people. I am a monster. Donât say Iâm not, because I am. I have a⊠gift. No. I have a curse. Eva, she has a gift. But I can never see her again. I have to keep running. From the law. From Them. I have to keep running. They wonât go after Eva, she hates me, and she doesnât know where I am. She will be useless to Them.
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Text: Me. Please don't copy this and say it's yours. It has taken me a few years to think up the ideas and build up the courage to write this story down. Tears were shead, friends lost, hope lost then found, trust built and determination discovered
Images: Google images. Because... Yeah.. Google is great.
Publication Date: 03-14-2016
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Dedication:
This is for my cousin, Evie, my BookBuddy, Jasmin, and my Sister-Of-Heart-Not-Blood, Emily, they are always there for me - even in the darkest of times. And Thomas, whose witty ways have cheered me up and helped me to keep writing even though he wasn't trying to. They have all been an inspiration for my characters. The witty, carefree and clumsy side to the characters come from them and so do the more serious side to the characters, they have got a silly and serious side that sticks out more than everyone else's. Also, for Jess. Who read my book and couldn't put it down even though she doesn't read. I love you all!
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