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Louise-Henriane Lestienne 2I

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Broken mind - Marie-Gabrielle MICHELS 2H

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Broken mind - Marie-Gabrielle MICHELS 2H

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Huh ? Where am I ? Did I just sleep ?
My heart hurts...
What is this place ? A room ? Yes, a room, with entirely red walls. A strange red. And no windows. Just a few lights. I have to close my eyes, this luminosity is so weird! And this smell... Like...an iron smell ?
What happened to me ? I just remember a kid... In a forest ! Yes, that’s it ! A kid in a forest ! Oh, he seems scared... He looks so...
My head hurts... How can it hurt so much ?
I... I see... I’m in the forest, not so far from the kid... He looks around him... Like scared, waiting for something... I’m going to help him ! He needs help ! I feel it !
There’s a door ! A red door, just like these walls ! I hadn’t seen it before ! ...It is closed... Of course...
I hear myself screaming. I scream the name of the kid. The name seems to be Kilian. He slowly turns his face before running away. I’m sure he saw someone behind me. He needs my help. So I run after him !
My head ! It is just like a hammer hitting from the inside of my brain... But I have to know what happened to me... Come on, let’s concentrate !
I run. I run but Kilian runs fast. Why ? Doesn’t he want my help ? Finally, I come next to him. He isn’t tired of running.
But he screams.
He cries.
He screams.
Until I stab him...

No ! This can’t be true ! What happened? My head hurts... Why would I do that ? Why would I kill a kid ?
Who am I ? Am I such a monster ?
I feel a teardrop slid.

I lie on the floor. I can’t move. There’s no time anymore. No day. No night.
I finally hear the door opening.
But I don’t move. I don’t deserve anything anymore.

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My name is Evelyn Sparks, I’m a journalist for the newspaper « Seattle Magazine ».
Everything started on a Sunday evening, when I wanted to visit my neighbors.
When I arrived at their house, Mrs Cooper was already waiting. She was crying.
'’Hello Mrs Cooper. Is everything ok?’’ I gently asked her.
'’No!’’ she yelled crying. ‘’I don’t know where my two children are.’’
I had never seen her so lost before.
'’Do you want me to look for them?’’ I replied.
'’Yes, please!’’ she answered. ‘’I think they ran into the woods.’’
I started to run into the dark woods. The moon was full, I couldn’t see any stars. The trees seemed black in the darkness of the night.
Suddenly, I heard some weird noises behind my back. I turned around but there was nothing. I followed the little path in the forest for at least fifteen minutes.
I finally saw Carl, the son of Mr and Mrs Cooper, he was standing next to a tree, I walked towards him but he didn’t even turn around.
'’Carl?’’ I said nervously.
He started walking straight away, so I followed him. The sky was getting darker and darker. Carl didn’t say anything and didn’t even turn around.
After a few minutes, he stopped walking and looked at the tree that was in front of him. I looked closer over his shoulders and didn’t know if what I could see was real. The body of Melany, his sister was lying on the floor. I looked deep in Carl’s eyes before he jumped on me and took my soul away.

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It was a normal day, like the others in December. I finished work at 5 pm and went to the pizzeria in front of the police station. I finished eating and went out. When I opened the door, a little boy sitting on a bench told me:

“Sir... I am a murderer!”

I was shocked to hear that from a little boy. He had blue eyes, brown hair, a blue jacket and was wearing Timberlands. I was fascinated of his eyes, they were amazing! After a few moments he began to cry. I finally answered:

“I can’t arrest you, there is no complaint and no bodies.”

“I hid them in the forest, my mom and my sister.” He declared.

I had to check it, so I took two police officers with me. The forest was not so far from Leipzig. So we drove to the place. On the way the boy told me his name, George. Arrived next to the forest, the boy showed us the places. We separated us, the two officers wen’t to one place, and I with the little boy to the other. The atmosphere was dark, we couldn’t see our feet’s. Arrived to the place with George I saw the bodies, two female bodies. I touch their lips, they were cold... Argghhh... I felt a sharp object in my back. I turned around and saw the boy with a knife in his right hand. The knife was full of blood, he had blood on his lips. He approached and put his fleam inside my stomach.

“Why?” I whispered him in his ear.

“Because it’s fun“ he said.

It was nightmarish. Than he took my gun and ran to my mates. I heared them scream. They were dead. The last image I have was this boy leaning against a tree.

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Anaïs Boisson 2H

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Edouard-François

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Victoria Godio

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Suzie Pollastro 2E