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Lightening lit up the living room to your home, showing your mother who has been stabbed in the heart, and your father whose throat has been slit from ear to ear. You stood frozen at the entrance of the room shaking in terror and shock at your now dead parents. Slowly you shifted your eyes ways from the dead bodies to the man that stood in between the bodies. He was covered in black clothing and even when the lightning hit it was still hard to see his face. He slowly turned towards you causing you to take a step back. Slowly he walks towards you, as you just stood there. Breathing started to become a lot harder with each step he took. When he was right in front of you, your eyes widen and. Slowly he leaned forward and whispered in your ear.

“Die.” You gasped as you felt a sharp object penetrate your stomach.

“Miss.” Your eyes shot open and you were panting. Looking to your left you see it was one of the flight attendants and she rested her hand on your shoulder. “Miss are you alright?” Once your breathing has evened out you nodded and gave her a weak smile.

“Y-yes I’m fine. Just a bad dream.” The flight attendant nodded and moved on down the ail. Letting out a sigh you reached for your backpack opening the front pocket and pulled out a silver chained necklace and hanging from it was a symbol of what looks like a red cross. Images of the memory flooded through your head. You some how pulled it off the man when he stabbed you. You placed your hand over your stomach, and cringed at the memory. For some reason you didn’t hand over the necklace to the police as evidence.

Reaching into your shirt you pulled out a locket On the design of the locket was a symbol that your parents have told you was called a insignia. Saying that the symbol represents courage and honor, but also promises pain and loss. Placing the locket back down your shirt and the necklace back into your backpack you sat back into your seat and looked out your window seeing the sun rise and with the clouds.

“Good morning passengers. It is about 6: 28 a.m. We are now flying over our destination New York City, and we should be landing shortly. Please keep all cell phones and electrical devices off till we land. Finally we thank you for flying with us and we hope that you all have a wonderful morning.” As the pilots finished you felt your phone buzz. Quickly you pull out your phone and see it was a text from you cousin Desmond.

~Hey I found ur gate & waten for u.~

You smile and quickly text him back.

~We should b landing soon. I’ll see u in a bt.~

Closing your phone and looked down at the city.

“New life,” you take in a breath and let it out. “here I come.”

Description
Lightening lit up the living room to your home, showing your mother who has been stabbed in the heart, and your father whose throat has been slit from ear to ear. You stood frozen at the entrance of the room shaking in terror and shock at your now dead parents. Slowly you shifted your eyes ways from the dead bodies to the man that stood in between the bodies. He was covered in black clothing and even when the lightning hit it was still hard to see his face. He slowly turned towards you causing you to take a step back. Slowly he walks towards you, as you just stood there. Breathing started to become a lot harder with each step he took. When he was right in front of you, your eyes widen and. Slowly he leaned forward and whispered in your ear.

“Die.” You gasped as you felt a sharp object penetrate your stomach.

“Miss.” Your eyes shot open and you were panting. Looking to your left you see it was one of the flight attendants and she rested her hand on your shoulder. “Miss are you alright?” Once your breathing has evened out you nodded and gave her a weak smile.

“Y-yes I’m fine. Just a bad dream.” The flight attendant nodded and moved on down the ail. Letting out a sigh you reached for your backpack opening the front pocket and pulled out a silver chained necklace and hanging from it was a symbol of what looks like a red cross. Images of the memory flooded through your head. You some how pulled it off the man when he stabbed you. You placed your hand over your stomach, and cringed at the memory. For some reason you didn’t hand over the necklace to the police as evidence.

Reaching into your shirt you pulled out a locket On the design of the locket was a symbol that your parents have told you was called a insignia. Saying that the symbol represents courage and honor, but also promises pain and loss. Placing the locket back down your shirt and the necklace back into your backpack you sat back into your seat and looked out your window seeing the sun rise and with the clouds.

“Good morning passengers. It is about 6: 28 a.m. We are now flying over our destination New York City, and we should be landing shortly. Please keep all cell phones and electrical devices off till we land. Finally we thank you for flying with us and we hope that you all have a wonderful morning.” As the pilots finished you felt your phone buzz. Quickly you pull out your phone and see it was a text from you cousin Desmond.

~Hey I found ur gate & waten for u.~

You smile and quickly text him back.

~We should b landing soon. I’ll see u in a bt.~

Closing your phone and looked down at the city.

“New life,” you take in a breath and let it out. “here I come.”