When I was seven, my mom died and my older brother, Draco-Orion, left town.
When I was eight, I found a body on the floor with a note: ‘Nine years, D-O.’
When I was nine, I found two bodies on the floor with a note: ‘Eight years, D-O.’
When I was ten, I found three bodies on the floor with a note: ‘Seven years, D-O.’
When I was eleven, I found four bodies on the floor with a note: ‘Six years, D-O.’
When I was twelve, I found five bodies on the floor with a note: ‘Five years, D-O.’
When I was thirteen, I found six bodies on the floor with a note: ‘Four years, D-O.’
When I was fourteen, I found seven bodies on the floor with a note: ‘Three years, D-O.’
When I was fifteen, I found eight bodies on the floor with a note: ‘Two years, D-O.’
When I was sixteen, I found nine bodies on the floor with a note: ‘One year, D-O.’
Now I am seventeen, I found my dad’s body on the floor, and my brother standing over him with a knife and a smile. “Time’s up.”
This is the story of what I saw, and why I died.
My name is Cassie Newton, and I am seventeen and dead. They said I had a heart attack, but they were wrong.
It all started with cancer. My mom got it when I was seven, ten years ago. She died that same year, 1993. My dad and I were at the elementary school science fair. My brother was with her, and her death was painful. She took a long time to go, there were a lot of false alarms, and the hospital couldn’t get through to dad’s mobile.
She eventually requested that she die in peace, so they left my brother in their with her.
My then-eleven year old brother. He’s twenty one now, and he still hasn’t gotten over it. It’s no wonder he’s messed up in the head.
He used to go to a boarding school in Scotland, and I’m going there to get some answers, because, it’s a bit embarrassing, but I’ve forgotten what happened in detail. I just know that it wasn’t an accident. And I’m scared, because I don’t think I’m the only one to die.
I know It’s short, but it’s only an introduction :P Please,
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