Shayana Fremp stared into the woods behind her house from her bedroom window. The fear had always been part of her. Closing in and stopping her from achiving anything. She had survived. The terror could be finally over. But it wasn't. It all started three years ago. She had been a happy, pretty 16 year old girl. A cheerleader. The typical victim of horror story. But this wasn't just a story, it was her life. Shayana grew up in the estate Millions, it was home of the riches people in northern California. It was where the murders started. The wispering of the wind. The bloody trail leading from house to house. Shayana lost her boyfriend, her family, her life, and her identity. And now its started again.
I woke up to my bare walls, I refused to have any sort of reminder of my previous life. i had moved in with my aunt Ava and uncle Don in south Flordia. There were no mirrors in the house but I knew i was ugly. I could feel the scars on my back, and the slash across my face. My hair was still burnt almost completely away and my teeth had been knocked out. As part of the Witness Protection Program my old name, Lilly David has been changed to Shayana Fremp. I could not go outside for fear of being recognized as the girl that survived the Millionaires Murder. And it was because of the one thing that haunted me. Eric Potone had escaped. He had killed my family. I turned him in and now hes after me. I jump when i hear a noise in the dark, or when i see something move in the night. I know hes out there and all started with the Note.
DeAr ShaYanA- oR Should I sAy liLlY. tHatS right iM bAcK. I kNow WherE u r. YoU Cant rUN. -U Know Who
i didnt tell anyone i was sent into mental shock. My nightmares came true at 3:18 am july 2, 2009. I was in my room watching a movie when i heard a crash. I froze. My aunt and uncle were never up this late. Then i heard a thump, a thud, and a guy swear. i jumped up and ran into my closet. Sure enough my bedroom door opened. In walked Eric, his cold eyes were gray as they searched my room. In his hand he clutched a dripping knife. blood. he walked towards the closet. I sucked in my stomach and grabbed the bat i had in my closet for saftey. I accidenaly stubbed my toe in the dark. He heard the noise and ran to the closet. He opened the door and before thinking i swung the bat at his head. Then i passed out. Turns out it wasn't Eric. i had killed my own Uncle. They say i imagined the whole thing. there are no notes. Eric is still in prison. And my Uncle is dead. I dont beleive them. They're all liars and I'm the one everyone thinks is insane. I'm stuck in a mental hospital. They say im still in shock. I shouldn't be trusted to leave. It was a mistake. It was a mistake because if I'm going to escape I need to kill them all. Again.
Baby
Mystery
Lice
Amanda
French
Grape
Perry
Kelsi
Andrew
Kip
Olga
Marge
Jenny
Donald
Eye
New
Kennedy
Bot
Jack
Robyn
Trace
Battle
Gold
Sandra
Red
Mail
Joe
Daria
Kathleen <-my name
Man
Ken
King
Prince
Coffee
Kurt
Chris
Jailed
Kill
Fox
John
Mike
Justin
Wendy
Pablo
Puck
Alvin
Maddie
Pepsi
Hate
Aero
Drake
Hobo
Death
Computer
Bobby
chained to a fence nothing to eat flys on his back struggling in the heat trys to break loose from this terrible prison chain like noose hell breaks loose no more water brings a tear to his eye sitting on the dirt with no one inside s lowly he fades a slow painful time its hotter than hades laying in the grim he sees a friendly face here boy its okay im here to take you im here to take you from this pain He was carried to a car he was placed inside from there the drove not very far as long as there was gone form then he was taken inside given a shower and there was food and he devoured slept in a cozy bed he felt clean safe and well fed the very next week i was calm and meek a couple came in and i fit right in we went home it was so nice to fit in and be loved
this is a shout out to all of you who take this for granted animal cops spend thier days fighting for animals please help these programs so we can treat animals right
