Chapter 1

I was dumped into the valley for two days. The cops started investigating and keeping their eyes on the road. Some people claimed that they saw me committing a suicide just to go on t.v, while others thought that I left the city. After two days, A girl and her brother were hunting in the valley, they found me and called the cops. I stayed in the hospital for over two months while I was in a coma. I kept on having weird dreams, and those dreams changed my life-the way I think. My dreams begin here. January 21, 2004. At Harlem, New York. 

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It was late at night when I took a shower. I heard someone whisper. I tried to ignore the sound and convince myself that the neighbors talking, but I heard that voice one more time. It was louder and clearer this time. I admit that I was afraid but I kept on ignoring until I heard it say my name, and it was so close to my ear that I could hear it like it was someone speaking. I slided the shower curtains and saw a girl wearing a torn black dress. She was holding a teddy bear as she pulled out her hand to hold mine. I ran past her, wore my clothes, and escaped the house. It was so weird outside-the people, cars, and buildings. People seemed like they were busy and that no one cared about another. A strong gust of wind made me shiver as I saw the girl one more time. She was holding a teddy bear and a bloody knife in her hand. She smiled, and her teeth were black as darkness. I screamed in agony as I woke up.

I kept on convincing myself that it was just a dream, but I still had that fear inside of me. I took a shower, and felt afraid to pull the curtains aside when I was done. The picture of that girl was stuck on my mind. I closed my eyes and got out of the shower. No one was there, and I felt much better knowing that the dream didn't come true, and hopefully it'll never. 

I got dressed and went out for a walk. While I was running, I met my friend Joe. We were best childhood friends.

"Hello. It's been a long time!" He came closer to give me a hug.

"Yeah. Long time. How have you been?"

"Great! I published New to this World and now I'm writing a new novel."

"Oh. That's great to hear!" 

"Yeah. How have you been lately?"

"I'm doing good."

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