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She watched in horror as she saw the body of her father in the living room, her brown eyes drinking in the sight. Her black hair flowed like water in the wind from the open window. “Dad?'' said the girl in horror. The couch and pillow covered in a red liquid, dripping on to the clean, hardwood floor staining it red. She examined the wound and saw bite marks, two of the teeth markings deeper than others. Veins of black spread across her Fathers dead body, his eyes purely black. She picked up her dragon- fox doll named “Withered rose” but she called her “Wither'' for short. The doll was white and black with red eyes and markings. Its ears glimmered a blood red behind mesh-like material to look like speakers. She turned the doll around, picked up its spiky tail, and carefully stroked the end of the tail which had a curved stinger at the end.

Her father made it for her. She found it weird that it was right next to her father’s body. Then she heard metal scraping against the kitchen tiles, getting closer, and closer. She whipped around to face the scraping only to find nothing. She hugged her doll closer to her chest.

“Oh Laruen, when will you realize that your time is running out?” Whispered Wither. What she said sent shivers down her spine, Wither doesn’t say that sentence. She heard the scraping again, this time she saw a robotic Wither watching her in the doorway, mouth wide open, her teeth stained red. Wither had come to finish her off, like she did for her father. She turned and grabbed her backpack, then ran towards the nearest exit. Racing towards the back door she swung it open and then she ran into the forest hoping Wither didn’t follow her into the forest. She quickly found shelter in a cave near-by.

She decided to explore the cave, and she found a little rock ledge to set up camp. She opened her backpack, picked up a pillow and blanket, and set them down. She was going to take out other stuff later. The backpack was pink with blue designs on it, she decided to take out her and check it to see where the nearest building was.
“2.5 miles away.,” Lauren muttered to herself. She walked out of the cave far away from her camp, she took the lighter and the doll of wither, set it down and lit the doll on fire. She did it on stone ground so the forest wasn’t burned down. She took the remains of the doll and buried it, so she didn’t have to see it again. She ran back to the cave, knowing that the doll and the robot were connected, or at least she hoped they were. 30 minutes later she heard screaming coming from the place she burned the doll, and smelt metal burning. Finally the screams
stopped, as well as her being close to dying. Then she heard a scraping noise, the same scraping noise that she heard in the house. A wail sounded, it sounded like someone in pain. Then she saw it, Wither…wasn’t… dead…