When we got back to the orphanage or the foster home or whatever, I threw myself onto my nice fluffy bed and wailed into my pillow. This is not how my life is supposed to be! I'm supposed to have a happier ending, is it coming?

When will it happen?!

Then I heard the footsteps that belonged to Noah come inside the room.

"At least their not dead." He said sarcastically. Then he plopped down on my bed.

"Oh shut up. And get off if your gonna be rude like that."

"Sorry I'll go somewhere else," he smirked. The he sashayed out the door.

What's got into him? He used to be so kind, gentle, caring....

Stop it Bella! Whatever it is will stop soon.

I cried my self into a dream...

"Mom! Dad! Can I go on the ride next!" I said to my parents. We were looking up at the Tower of Terror in California Adventure.

"Sure."

We got in line.

Then it fast forwarded to when we're on the ride and all the lights were turned off.

When the lights turned back on, there were skulls lined up on the walls. Then I heard a familiar voice behind me.
I turned around and saw Noah with blood all over himself.

"You're next." he said.