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Preface:
I knew I was going to die. No way around it…
As I ran through the train station, fearing for my life, I remembered the day I condemned myself to death. It was the day I met Dylan. I never knew that he would turn into the psycho path that he is today. Truth is, I was in love with him. I saw the signs, I saw everything. But, I didn’t want to believe it. I was blinded by the love that never was. I know it sounds weird and everything, but, that’s the way it was. The day it took me to notice was the day he tried to kill me. That’s when I knew he would never stop hunting me until I was dead. That’s why I’m they way I am today. Petrified. Always running away. No life. No home. A fugitive. That’s why I’ve been running away for 3 years now. He always seems to find me no matter where I am. There’s nowhere to hide. One question: Can you be killed by your only love?

Chapter 1:

I got on the train feeling drained. I couldn’t sense my legs or arms. My whole body was lethargic.
“Must make it to the seat…”
My black ring sparkled in the light. As I reached my seat, I collapsed. I sank into a nightmarish slumber.

“Come to me my love. You can have all you ever wanted.” I was running swiftly now. I had to get away from him. Far away…
Must… can’t… won’t… couldn’t…
I woke up with a start. My eyes were fascinated to a glowing sensation. I looked down. My ring! He’s gonna find me… must run….
The train jolted to a stop, which made me fly forward into the glass. I felt warm liquid ooze out of my head. Blood. Oh god… he’s really gonna be demented now. I leaped off the train in an attempt to get away. I felt a hand grab me through the dark passageway. As I yelped a hot hand covered my mouth. I inhaled the scent unenthusiastically. It was the unforgettable mint and oil smell. Dylan. I felt a burst of memories flood through me, good and bad. As I hit the bad ones, a fist came crashing down on my head, most likely causing another head wound.
“Zoe,” he sighed. “How many times did I tell you? Never go against my instructions,” Dylan said threateningly. I looked at him, my eyes full of misery.
“Why?” I whispered. “Why me?”
“Why did I choose you? You were a fool, too sightless to see my true self. Everyone saw through me except you. You were too perfect, too popular, and too much in love. Who was better? No one.” With that he sent another blow to my head, causing me to sink father into oblivion.

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I heard voices. No, hysterical voices. I opened my eyes carefully. My head hurt really bad, too much to tolerate. I heard someone shout ‘She’s awake.’ I looked around with my eyes, and came across a man.
“Who are you?” I mumbled.
“Ryder.” He said something else, but I fell to the sting of my head, sinking way too deep into oblivion.

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“Honey, wake up please,” a too sweet voice said. I felt my brain resurface from the dark water it was absorbed in. My senses came back to me gradually, telling me that I was in a hospital. I felt my eyelids flutter and I came back from nothingness. I opened my eyes slowly, letting my eyes adjust to the bright light. I saw that a red-haired nurse was hovering over me as if it was a miracle I was waking up.
“Zoe, hon. I need to know what happened to you,” she said too sweetly. Disgustingly sweet.
“How’d I get here?” I asked, still disoriented.
“You came in on a stretcher with immense head wounds. Now I need to know what happened. They said you went out of the train and hit your head on a rail. Is that true?” I couldn’t tell her about Dylan. He’d beat me up again, only with more gadgets he had made to kill me. I was his test dummy, that’s why I have so many scars. One conversation came back to me from the day it all started.
“Dylan. Please Dylan don’t!” I cried desperately as he sauntered toward me.
“Why not?”
“Your intoxicated! You don’t know what you’re doing!”
“What if I’m not drunk?”
“What happened to the fun loving Dylan I once knew? The Dylan I loved. Not this savage!”
“Don’t you ever bring him in the picture! This is who I am.” His smile terrified me. It was as if he lived off of killing me. “Zo, don’t you see? I never was the guy you fell in love with, because there was no Fun Loving Dylan! Only this Dylan!” He ran toward me now, with his hands out to asphyxiate me.
“Dylan,” I gasped, he was cutting my air off now. But when I looked into his eyes, there was no Dylan, only a murderer. As he left me on the floor, clinging to my life, he looked me in the eye.
“I vow to never stop hurting you with new gadgets until you die from them!” He laughed with intent and then strode to the door.
“Yes that’s true,” I said, on the brink of tears form my memory.
“Zoe, you have a visitor. Thank you for the information, I’ll go put that on your file.” She got up from the chair and loped out of the room.
“Come in,” I called.
“Hi,” said a tall light brown-haired man with sky blue eyes.
“Um…”
“Ryder. My name’s Ryder. We met when you woke up for a few seconds.”
“I don’t recall?” I said, scanning my mind for anything on Ryder.
“It’s fine. So, where you from?” he said, settling into a conversation.
“Nowhere. I’m on the run.”
“The law?”
“Nope. A man.” I shivered involuntary.
“I don’t comprehend.” So as my story poured out of me, I got a queasy feeling in the pit of my stomach. When I was finished, he looked stunned. “So, your boyfriend Dylan is trying to kill you?”
“Yeah, that pretty much sums it up,” I sighed. “By the way, he’s my ex-boyfriend. That happened when his first attempt to kill me almost succeeded.”
“So, how many times have you faced death?” he asked, fascinated for the answer.
“I’ve faced death too many times.” He can’t find me again. Must leave…. With that I got out of the hospital bed, got my clothes, and ran out of the room.
“Where are you going?” he asked, tugging on my arm.
“Getting far away from you and here. He can’t find me again, not here.” I noticed that my voice was just seconds away from absolute franticness.
“Why?” he asked, his sky blue eyes full of sorrow.
“I don’t want any harm to come to you due to my recklessness.” I glanced back at him taking in his high cheekbones, light brown hair, thin yet full lips, is small nose, and his sky blue eyes. Those eyes were full of sadness and happiness, the friendliest eyes I’ve seen since home. Everyone else’s eyes were accusing like I just sentenced them to death.