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spun around in search of the woman that had visited my room the night before, but she was nowhere to be found. I had to have dreamed her up, I decided. Yes, the fever had brought the delusions to me, I reasoned.  I shrugged my shoulders and began to dress for the day. I felt like a new person. I smiled. It was going to be a wonderful day, I decided, and I went about getting dressed for it. 
     
     
     
     
                                      
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter three
     
    It read like a journal, Nicole thought in amazement as she sat there with the blankets pulled up around her shoulders as a small form of comfort. At fourteen, she had begun to doubt if what she had seen and heard with her own eyes that night when she had been seven years old had been real or not. She had been a small child after all, and she had witnessed her parents being murdered. No one had ever questioned her about that night, deciding not to bring up old, painful memories. They walked on eggshells around her as if sh e were fragile, as if her mind would snap at the mentioning of her parents. Nicole glanced over at the silver-framed photo of her parents’ smiling faces. In the photograph they were all snuggled together, her parents with their strong, protective arms around her. But, they hadn’t been strong, had they?
    “I’ll be back for you, Nicole. I’ll protect you forever.” The strong male voice came to her mind once again as it often had revisited her in the past. It was her strongest memory of that night, that voice so strong, so soothing that it had almost felt hypnotic. He still spoke to her, she thought , and her heart beat away from her in fright. Who was he? Why had he been there that night to comfort her, then to just walk away? Nicole closed her eyes. The memories came back in shadows. She could hear the terrified screams of her parents, the begging and then that horrid, evil laughter. It had been a game to them, she thought furiously. Her parents had been killed for a game!
    “I’ll be back for you…” T he male voice echoed in her mind once more, and her blue eyes shot open wide in alarm. Somehow, she believed that voice. He would be back for her. She wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing though. She just knew that it both comforted her and scared the living shit out of her at the same time!
    Why had he been carrying this journal? Nicole had never told anyone that the jacket she had been found in that night had not been her father’s. She had never mentioned the journal she had found within the lining either. Yes, it was a journal, a journal of a young woman’s life. Lillian, that was her name. What had happened to her? Why had her journal fallen into the hands of that strange man that night? Why had it fallen into her hand now, Nicole wondered thoughtfully as she peered back down at the old, yellow pages. It was very old, she thought. It read, 1842. At least, that was the year it had all begun in. Quietly, she turned the page and read on.
     
    “It wasn’t until later that evening, that I realized something was incredibly different about me. I had come back to my room to wash for dinner , and I looked into the broken piece of looking glass that I had mounted on my wall so that I might brush out my hair, but when I looked up I saw that not a hair was out of place. It hung in long, silky, blonde rivets down my back, and it shone as if it had an inner light of its own. I touched the silk-like texture of the sleek, golden hair, and I gasped. My hair had never shown so brightly before. I caught sight of my eyes next. They, too, seemed to have a secret shine to them, so blue and wide upon my paler than usual face. Imperfections that had been there the day before had all but dissipated, and my face was clean from them, as well was the rest of me. I stood there forever it seemed, staring at my reflection in the looking glass and wondering what had happened to me. Was