That brings you up to the present. By now I’ve gotten used to waking up and not knowing where I was. So when I woke up in a totally empty room I wasn’t surprised. “Blake, your awake.” a voice from behind broke the silence. Hold up, I knew that voice... that voice..it belongs to... it couldn’t be... it’s impossible... I can’t believe it... now I’m hearing voices. I turned around. It wasn’t my head after all. Standing in front of me with brown hair, a height of five feet, who exposed no sign of harm on her body and contained a striking pair of red bloodshot eyes, was my sister, Marilyn. She’s alive! Wait, what? She’s alive?
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