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tasted blood as I finally stood on my feet, and saw an open area in front of me. There were
tyre marks on the muddy ground. Looking back, I saw a big building with nothing to identify
it as anything. I felt elated on having escaped, but I still had no idea where I was. I stood for a
few moments thinking about what to do.

Suddenly I saw a red light out of the corner of my eye. There was no sound, but I knew it was
an alarm to alert someone that I’d escaped. I looked at a dirt path that led off into the trees
and started to run. My legs hurt even more, but I was running for my life. It seemed to take
forever to lose sight of the building, but I finally did. There were no other buildings, but I still
caught sight of tyre marks here and there. So someone had been here. But who? Was it
someone who worked at the building, or some bystanders who passed by and had no idea of
what went on inside? Whoever it was, it didn’t matter, because there was no one there now.

I kept moving, having slowed down. There was a trail of blood down my arm, but the cloth
had stopped the continuous blood flow. I was getting weaker by the minute. Then I heard a
whistle, I stopped in my tracks. I moved close to a tree and waited for someone to appear. A
few moments later, there was another whistle, and this time a voice accompanying it.

“Is anyone here? This is the police!”
I felt doubtful about the situation, but an actual policeman appeared near where I was hiding.
He had a gun. The pain gave way to pure relief. I was finally saved from that horrid place.
“Officer! Officer, here.”
He turned and moved towards me swiftly, and led me towards his vehicle.
“Are you okay? Did you see anyone else getting out?”
“No, it was only me. I don’t know what that place is, but you need to go and find out. There’s
something seriously wrong.”
“We know miss, let’s get you to safety first.”

He gave me a small smile and made me sit in the back seat. He himself went to the front and
got in the driver’s seat.
“I understand it’s a lot to handle, but you’ll be okay now. Please put on your seat belt. Can I
have your name miss?”
I put on the belt and looked at him.
“My name?” What was my name?
“Yes, your name miss.” He started driving, a bit too fast. The road was dusty.

I did not remember my name. As I started to think about it, my head hurt even more. I
remembered thinking about how my hair was longer now, but I did not remember my face.
Something felt seriously wrong.

“Are you okay back there?”
“Yes, yes I just need a moment.” The piercing pain in my head did not let me think but I still
tried to remember who I was. A memory suddenly came forth, I heard the name Noelle
repeated in a big dull room.
I shut my eyes, it was getting painful to look at the bright light outside. “Noelle” someone
said. “Where is Noelle?” someone asked.
“Noelle. I am Noelle?” I managed to speak.
“The policeman looked back at me, “Noelle? Are you sure?”

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