1 Proluge her point of view (1/2)

I don't really remember where I was told were we were going. I remember getting into the car. And what happened before that everything else seems like a blur.

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{a scene playing out of some couple screaming but the voices are replaced with the sound of static from an old tv as well as a blacked out line hastily scribbled by what looks to be something a child would draw over the couples eyes giving a somewhat disturbing tone to the scenes this goes on for a while before a young teen in a wheelchair is hit in the head a few times}

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We drove for what felt like hours but I had no idea of how long it had actually beenpossibly from shock or maybe because I had blacked out in the chair. If they bothered to ask which they didn't I was going to play it off as I had decided to take a nap. We were in a city to me this seemed odd due to the fact we had lived in a suburb but I had no intention of asking any questions at that time. I was told to get out of the car and wait while they parked I didn't question it I just did it.

*a ramp is lowered and the teen leaves the car and parks outside a shop* {the shop has stairs in front so she can't wait inside it's also in a somewhat shady alleyway there just so happens to be a garbage can next to where she parked it smelled of an odd mix of beer and pizza by this point the car had gotten the ramp back in and closed its door and had speed off as if on cue it starts raining hard}

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*the door to the shop opened and a tall man with white hair and a red leather jacket came out he had pale blue eyes and was staring at the girl*

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”Some assholes they were”