Prolouge
Glass breaking! Come. On. Maria Castor Think! Straining my eyes through the darkness that seems to bleed from every corner of the bedroom my gaze catches a glimpse of the colour red. A red letter. Underneath a pool of blood on top of my boyfriend Sages Pillow…Where is he..?!!
“Sage..” My voice shivering as a sit criss cross above the bed covers. “Sage..where are you.? Are you okay..?” I frantically reach for my phone on the nightstand. Face ID, swipe down…AH! Flashlight! Holding my phone up my hands shaking. I slowly scan the bedroom starting at the broken window.
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Was it always this cold in the summer?
I stand up slowly and start towards the window when a cold pale hand taps my shoulder.
“What are you doing?”
