Chapter One

I am Queen Evangeline Brittania Clymene IL Dragomir. But you can call me Eva. If you are one of those people that see black and white and never think of what could be out here, then you should probably look for a book somewhere else. My story is not for the faint hearted. So follow me into my world, far from what you see now. That is, if you think you’re up to it……

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So here's where I begin. Sitting up in my bed stalling getting ready for school as long as possible on what appears to be a typical Thursday. I swung my legs out of bed and trudged to the bathroom. For just waking up I was still quite good looking. My black curly hair was not frizzy or messy, my cinnamon eyes bright and clear. "Eva, your breakfast is ready." Oh yeah that's my aunt. Cora. She's taken care of me for as long as I can remember. Don't ask why, I don't know and Cora doesn’t talk about it. See there's something strange about Cora. I love Cora to death, she's the only family I have, but sometimes she acts more like a servant than a parental figure. Thirty minutes later, I’m just about ready to go to school when I run to my desk by the window, to grab an essay. Just as I'm turning around something moves down on the ground outside by my window. I didn’t get a good look at it, but I swear it was a person. That's when that first memory swam back to the surface of my mind.

I am eight years old. I am walking down the street back to my house. I listen to the sound my new black tap shoes make on the sidewalk. I am one street away from my home. Just as I get going faster a black SUV swings onto the road behind me, heading straight for me. I turn around but I am too young to be properly afraid. Instead I notice how shiny the paint job on the car is. The car finally pulls up beside me and a pale feminine arm swings out and makes a grab for me. I dodge it and fall to the sidewalk smashing my head against the metal pole of a chain link fence. The car turns around and comes back for me again. This time I will not escape. But I hear their tires screech in another direction and pull away. Just as I hear a person running up behind me, screaming to their husband to call an ambulance. Frantic hands come at me and check to see if I'm alright just as I give in to unconsciousness.

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