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Ghost Of Who I Was
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Veronica Black had been raised in Los Angeles, though she had never really been outside the city. Her life was great, she was into music. She had gotten the job of writing music for bands, her talent was seen since she was a little girl. She could play the piano, violin, all level of guitars, drums. Anything really, she was a music savant some would say. She picked up music quickly, and her mother was always very proud of her. But things change, her parents died when she was sixteen years old. On her sixteenth birthday, her parents took her to an opera.
Phantom Of The Opera was her favorite story, they went to take her. But on the way home, they were hit hard by a drunk driver. Because the driver hit them head on at speeds of 90 miles an hour, her parents were both killed instantly. And Veronica was in the back seat, she got hurt. She broke both of her legs and even a few ribs, the car was on fire. But thankfully someone managed to pull her out, and the rest of it she blocked out. And who would have thought her life would get worse after it? but not right away of course.
At the age of seventeen she graduated high school a year early, then right after high school she was at a club. Playing and someone wanted to hire her right on the spot, and hearing her perform. She was wanted by many people to write for them, and she was going to get her own band together to. But of course, something was in the works. Within six months later, something bad happened. She was at the club when everyone was screaming outside, pretty soon people in masks came out. Taking people out, Veronica hid having no idea what was going on.
With everything going on, the fear got to her and she passed out behind the bar. And when she woke up, no one was there. When she got out of the club it was day time, and the street was bare. She could hear no cries, no foot steps nothing. She went home to get into better clothing, into a pair of jeans, sneakers and a t-shirt. She even put some food and clothing in a bag, and grabbed her car. Getting out, she decided to get something for a weapon. She knew of a place, and grabbed all kinds of guns, ammo. Even made a baseball bat with nails sticking out.
Now she was looking for survivors having no damn idea what the hell was going on, but in the distance she thought she saw someone walking. Course it could have been anyone, but she started to go very slow and rolled down her window. "Hey!" she called.
Phantom Of The Opera was her favorite story, they went to take her. But on the way home, they were hit hard by a drunk driver. Because the driver hit them head on at speeds of 90 miles an hour, her parents were both killed instantly. And Veronica was in the back seat, she got hurt. She broke both of her legs and even a few ribs, the car was on fire. But thankfully someone managed to pull her out, and the rest of it she blocked out. And who would have thought her life would get worse after it? but not right away of course.
At the age of seventeen she graduated high school a year early, then right after high school she was at a club. Playing and someone wanted to hire her right on the spot, and hearing her perform. She was wanted by many people to write for them, and she was going to get her own band together to. But of course, something was in the works. Within six months later, something bad happened. She was at the club when everyone was screaming outside, pretty soon people in masks came out. Taking people out, Veronica hid having no idea what was going on.
With everything going on, the fear got to her and she passed out behind the bar. And when she woke up, no one was there. When she got out of the club it was day time, and the street was bare. She could hear no cries, no foot steps nothing. She went home to get into better clothing, into a pair of jeans, sneakers and a t-shirt. She even put some food and clothing in a bag, and grabbed her car. Getting out, she decided to get something for a weapon. She knew of a place, and grabbed all kinds of guns, ammo. Even made a baseball bat with nails sticking out.
Now she was looking for survivors having no damn idea what the hell was going on, but in the distance she thought she saw someone walking. Course it could have been anyone, but she started to go very slow and rolled down her window. "Hey!" she called.