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prologue...

"hey mom, there's a man outfront." "Toni go upstairs... NOW!!!" "who is he, mom?" "I SAID NOW, TONI!!!"
upstairs was dark... my room cold and black. Why did i have to go upstairs? I have never really liked upstairs
"you must have the wrong adress sir." "then you mind us taking a look then." "that will not be necasary, sir."
I knew it, they were here for me. Mom said i was special. But what did she mean... the next thing you know i'm in a room that's white and soft
top to bottom, my eyes still sewn shut.

chpt. 1------
year: 3rd
week: 3rd
day: 3rd

"Toni, Mr. Dell is here to see you again." I hated that voice... so soft and sweet like i was some kind of baby. But here's the thing I'm not a baby.
I am an insane teenage girl with blood red eyes and i can see with my eyes closed. Normally I don't tell people that but this is a whole different story.

Mr.Dell walked slowly into the cold dark room. "anything new dear?" he asked his tone soft but yet harsh... "no" i said "still the same." he looked at me
suspicously. "no speach today?" he asked smiling. i turned my face towards him and grinned... "oh yes," i said "i forgot. my name is Toni and i am 13. i was put here
at the age of 10, taken away from my dear mother who was mudered a year ago for knowing to much about her own daughter." my grin slowly turned to a frown. "that's
much better." he said walking over to me and plaising a hand on my shoulder. he smelled of coffee and too much cologn. "now..." he said leaning down to whisper in
my ear. "would you do me a favor and open your beautiful eyes for me?" he stood strait then walked away, turning towards me once more before he turned around to leave.

"oh..." the word slipped through my mouth like butter. "actually i do have something for you." my grin had grown back and was from ear to ear showing my pointed
teeth. he turned around and looked at me "oh?" he said, happy to hear what i had just said. "yes" i said slowly standing up and undoing the buckles that kept my arms
arround my scrawny torso. the nurses here had done a poor job a surcering them properly. Mr.Dell took atleast two steps in my direction before he was laying on the ground.
i had jumped ten feet, something i had never done before, and was stabbing, scrapping, scratching, biting, anything i could do to hbring the life in him out. my eyes still
closed i dug my sharp nails into his throat damaging any vocal cord or breathing tube that would get in the way. my hands stainded red with biys of flesh under my nails.
his body lay next to me. he was still alive but barely. "now" i said doing the best i could tom wipe the blood from my hands on my black pants "your gift." i turned and
faced him smiling "BOO!" i said opening my eyes. the red tears flowing down my face. he took his last breath and then staid still. no twitching, no trying to scream, nothing
just the lifless body of Mr.Dell.

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I was no where.All around me there was red, red, and more red. It could have been paint or juice but the metalic smell kinda gave it away. I hated having these
dreams. I thought i had gotten rid of them. I usually slept with no dreams or dreams of my mother but this was just sad.

Ilifted my hands from the warm substance and stood up strait looking around the room. In one corner there was Red. that was the things name... Red. He was thin and
bony almost no muscle at all. his skin was pulled tight over his bones and his head seemed larger then it should've been. he had no nose but yet a toothy grin that started
from one side of his head and went to the other, the corners of his mouth stitched as if the had been ripped or cut to stay in that form. his eyes were black with a small
X in the middle. the were also large and seemed to be starring at me the whole time. His arms much too long with large pointed fingers and legs that zig-zaged with no feet.
i remembered him but the last time i saw him he looked much friendlier.

Red had once been an imaginary friend of mine. we would play all day outside in the pool or on the swingset. he used to be pudgey and round with soft skin and a warm
smile but now he was thin and his skin looked rubbery. his smile looked deadly.

i managed to look away to see the rest of the room. on the other side there was a wall, red ofcourse, with 3 doors. one marked 'red room #1', the other 'red room #2',
and the last one 'red room #3'. each door red with a gold handle and a gold knowcker shaped like a griifin's head. but #3 had a different look like it was a brighter shade of
red or maybe it was just darker then the others. this was the door i would choose every time. every time i would be woken before i could see what was in there. i hated it.
hated who ever woke me up. but that was a long time ago and now i just wanna see. no one can wake me up im on my drugs after all.

"ooooooooohhhhh" Red said long and slowly, his voice scratchy and dull. I turned to face him meeting his gaze. "hhhhhooooooowww niiiiccccccce iiiiiiit isssssss
toooooooo ssssseeeeeeeeee yyooooooooooooouuuuuuuu aaaaaaaaaagaaiiiiiiiinnnnnnn." "yes." i said trying my best not to sound scared "its been a wh-while hasnt it?" he dragged
himself over to me standing bit straiter then he had before. now i could clearly see the number 3 burned into his chest. every bone in his body could be seen and his smell
, he smelled like blood, rotting flesh, and the perfume i used to have. "now" he said sharply. lulling out his long snakelike toungue against my left cheek smeering the more
blood on my face then i allready had. "the doors" he said putting out a long arm and pointing to the wall with the doors. "it's my job to get every one through one of themmmmmmmm,"
he looked at me "pick one... but this time im coming with." i could sware his smile had grown. "no i can't" i said "ill be woken before that could happen" the thought of
being in a room with him scared me as much as being taken away from my mother and being forced to watch her get shot 3 time had been...

"come." he said pushing me towards the doors "how about..." there was a long pause before he started talking agian "red room #3." "fine" i said smiling. he grabbed my shoulders
leading me to the door. as i reached out to grab the door knob light burst through and i realized they had woken me up.

Description
prologue...

"hey mom, there's a man outfront." "Toni go upstairs... NOW!!!" "who is he, mom?" "I SAID NOW, TONI!!!"
upstairs was dark... my room cold and black. Why did i have to go upstairs? I have never really liked upstairs
"you must have the wrong adress sir." "then you mind us taking a look then." "that will not be necasary, sir."
I knew it, they were here for me. Mom said i was special. But what did she mean... the next thing you know i'm in a room that's white and soft
top to bottom, my eyes still sewn shut.

chpt. 1------
year: 3rd
week: 3rd
day: 3rd

"Toni, Mr. Dell is here to see you again." I hated that voice... so soft and sweet like i was some kind of baby. But here's the thing I'm not a baby.
I am an insane teenage girl with blood red eyes and i can see with my eyes closed. Normally I don't tell people that but this is a whole different story.

Mr.Dell walked slowly into the cold dark room. "anything new dear?" he asked his tone soft but yet harsh... "no" i said "still the same." he looked at me
suspicously. "no speach today?" he asked smiling. i turned my face towards him and grinned... "oh yes," i said "i forgot. my name is Toni and i am 13. i was put here
at the age of 10, taken away from my dear mother who was mudered a year ago for knowing to much about her own daughter." my grin slowly turned to a frown. "that's
much better." he said walking over to me and plaising a hand on my shoulder. he smelled of coffee and too much cologn. "now..." he said leaning down to whisper in
my ear. "would you do me a favor and open your beautiful eyes for me?" he stood strait then walked away, turning towards me once more before he turned around to leave.

"oh..." the word slipped through my mouth like butter. "actually i do have something for you." my grin had grown back and was from ear to ear showing my pointed
teeth. he turned around and looked at me "oh?" he said, happy to hear what i had just said. "yes" i said slowly standing up and undoing the buckles that kept my arms
arround my scrawny torso. the nurses here had done a poor job a surcering them properly. Mr.Dell took atleast two steps in my direction before he was laying on the ground.
i had jumped ten feet, something i had never done before, and was stabbing, scrapping, scratching, biting, anything i could do to hbring the life in him out. my eyes still
closed i dug my sharp nails into his throat damaging any vocal cord or breathing tube that would get in the way. my hands stainded red with biys of flesh under my nails.
his body lay next to me. he was still alive but barely. "now" i said doing the best i could tom wipe the blood from my hands on my black pants "your gift." i turned and
faced him smiling "BOO!" i said opening my eyes. the red tears flowing down my face. he took his last breath and then staid still. no twitching, no trying to scream, nothing
just the lifless body of Mr.Dell.

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I was no where.All around me there was red, red, and more red. It could have been paint or juice but the metalic smell kinda gave it away. I hated having these
dreams. I thought i had gotten rid of them. I usually slept with no dreams or dreams of my mother but this was just sad.

Ilifted my hands from the warm substance and stood up strait looking around the room. In one corner there was Red. that was the things name... Red. He was thin and
bony almost no muscle at all. his skin was pulled tight over his bones and his head seemed larger then it should've been. he had no nose but yet a toothy grin that started
from one side of his head and went to the other, the corners of his mouth stitched as if the had been ripped or cut to stay in that form. his eyes were black with a small
X in the middle. the were also large and seemed to be starring at me the whole time. His arms much too long with large pointed fingers and legs that zig-zaged with no feet.
i remembered him but the last time i saw him he looked much friendlier.

Red had once been an imaginary friend of mine. we would play all day outside in the pool or on the swingset. he used to be pudgey and round with soft skin and a warm
smile but now he was thin and his skin looked rubbery. his smile looked deadly.

i managed to look away to see the rest of the room. on the other side there was a wall, red ofcourse, with 3 doors. one marked 'red room #1', the other 'red room #2',
and the last one 'red room #3'. each door red with a gold handle and a gold knowcker shaped like a griifin's head. but #3 had a different look like it was a brighter shade of
red or maybe it was just darker then the others. this was the door i would choose every time. every time i would be woken before i could see what was in there. i hated it.
hated who ever woke me up. but that was a long time ago and now i just wanna see. no one can wake me up im on my drugs after all.

"ooooooooohhhhh" Red said long and slowly, his voice scratchy and dull. I turned to face him meeting his gaze. "hhhhhooooooowww niiiiccccccce iiiiiiit isssssss
toooooooo ssssseeeeeeeeee yyooooooooooooouuuuuuuu aaaaaaaaaagaaiiiiiiiinnnnnnn." "yes." i said trying my best not to sound scared "its been a wh-while hasnt it?" he dragged
himself over to me standing bit straiter then he had before. now i could clearly see the number 3 burned into his chest. every bone in his body could be seen and his smell
, he smelled like blood, rotting flesh, and the perfume i used to have. "now" he said sharply. lulling out his long snakelike toungue against my left cheek smeering the more
blood on my face then i allready had. "the doors" he said putting out a long arm and pointing to the wall with the doors. "it's my job to get every one through one of themmmmmmmm,"
he looked at me "pick one... but this time im coming with." i could sware his smile had grown. "no i can't" i said "ill be woken before that could happen" the thought of
being in a room with him scared me as much as being taken away from my mother and being forced to watch her get shot 3 time had been...

"come." he said pushing me towards the doors "how about..." there was a long pause before he started talking agian "red room #3." "fine" i said smiling. he grabbed my shoulders
leading me to the door. as i reached out to grab the door knob light burst through and i realized they had woken me up.