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He held his neck while he choked nonstop. Something spits out of his mouth and into his mattress.

It was blood.

He stares at it with hopeless eyes. He purses his lips before his eyes get glossy from tears, 17 May is coming soon; that only means one thing and it's that he's dying soon, just like he always told himself he would.
He violently glares at me, his eyes intense in a sparkling red. Like an animal. His gaze unfocused then focused again.

"You took him away, now what do you want?" He wildly hisses. He ducks his head before he tremblingly closes his eyes, clenching his fists.

His head snaps up; only this time his eyes widely open. His gray hair dissipates as a dark hair replaces it. Wait, I've seen this face somewhere. It's too familiar for me to forget.

Flash

Blonde woman with a disfigured face

Flash

The dark haired man

That man was Detective Thompson. He's a replica of his son now. He races in front of him until his head bangs against the decayed and old wall violently. Probably will leave a bruise. Later on.
If anyone else saw him like this, they'd no doubt assume he's gone mad. I'm so glad I read his notebook to know he's only cursed.

I slip away from the room and into the stairways. The wind was like a megaphone, it splashed through my face and refreshened me from everything that happened. The beach waves were as wild as Thompson's eyes; if only he wasn't cursed.

I need to know about the 17th May incident.

The 'X' group has killed enough people, the person Detective Thompson worked on, himself, Bennett, and Tiffany sooner or later.
The one victim that managed to escape the so called 'Crimson Fate' was Thompson himself. If Naomi can't help me in this then I have no choice but to ask Tyler to lend a hand in questioning him, If that's the only way to get him to speak.

Tomorrow, I'll find Naomi and talk to her about everything; if she has more polite informants.  Of course.
The book was as heavy as a brick, even heavier than the notebook. If you'd call it a notebook. More of a diary. It's been a long time since I last wrote in that black-gold diary Bennett bought me, the last time I wrote was a few days before Naomi popped up at the cafeteria.

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"Alissa, please tell me your going out" Mum whines as I slam the door shut. Her curls covering her petite shoulders. She was busy making god knows what kind of food for dinner.

"Yeah, yeah, mom. I get it" I roll my eyes.

"Your being too reckless. Dads coming back in a few days, please just, calm down, till then" she purses her lip. She swings the pan around before putting back on the stove, Such a talent.

"I know mom, I knew these a long time ago, you don't need to tell me" I almost harshly comment. She didn't say anything. For a moment, I felt bad about how I talked to her. She knew everything and anything all this time, why won't she do anything?

I was glad she didn't notice the heavy, embossed figure wanting to rip my favorite jacket. Nobody except Naomi and that Thompson guy needs to know I took this; stole this.

Entering my room, I encounter a messed up place. The drawers were all open with my clothes spattered all over the ground. Who did this? Logan probably did it, I assume, he never cleans his mess.
I don't have the time to clean this up anyways, no ones gonna come in my room.

Except mom.

I head towards my bed, taking the notebook and the phone out of the darkness. Perfect, my key proof is in my hands.
Naomi must have a few hackers or at least talented informants enough to crack the phones password open; and lead me into the secrets, I suppose.
I put everything -Except the main book- on the table beside my bed and start the search for at least a few clues.

I suddenly froze. Screaming voices were heard outside with a few loud and obnoxious sound the moment my hands touch the book. What is going on?

"Alissa!" Footsteps pound against the stairs. It was Logan. I hide the book in my pocket twice tonight as I gather myself for what comes next.

Bang!

Logan opened the door. His arms sticking to the doorway as he catches his breath. His mouth dried and wide open from all that intense running he made. He looks into my eyes with a worried look.

"We need to get out, Alis" he states,

Before smoke gathers outside as fast as wind.

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Alissa Evans As
Go Joon-Hee

Sooo I went on a search for Alissa so I could figure her face, I mean I did imagine her before but I wanted to fully know who I'm writing about, Until I found go join hee!
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