Free For Nevermore Season 1 by Sean Platt Page A

Adult.
    While I’m sure some adult readers will enjoy ForNevermore , we purposely wanted to write for the young adult reader. ForNevermore speaks more to a special time in everyone’s life, the confusing high school years that seem to shape us more than any other. For many of us, those years can be painful. But it’s in that pain that we find our strength and inspiration to rise above the limitations that others put on us.
    It’s in the pain that we find ourselves, learn to believe in ourselves . . . and use that pain to create better worlds.

    Thank you for reading,
    David Wright

    P.S. By the way, if you’re young, DO NOT READ Yesterday’s Gone. It’s chock full of cursing, scary stuff, sex, and violence. If it were a movie, it would probably be Rated R, so use that as a guide. It’s not for the young or easily offended.

    P.P.S. If you love ForNevermore, and we find our readers, we’ll likely write more Young Adult titles.

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::EPISODE 2::
    CHAPTER 1

    Sunday, October 28
    3 a.m.

    Noella woke in a panic.
    She couldn’t open her eyes, or move a muscle.
    Why can’t I move?
    It was as if part of her had awakened, but her body had not.
    Fear coursed through her, pushing her instincts to move, get up, run, anything. Her body refused to obey, leaving her paralyzed as though someone had severed her brain’s ability to control her limbs. Noella lay choking on her dread, a prisoner in her flesh.
    What if I’m dead? My body died but my mind is still alive?
    She wanted to scream — cry out for Josie — but her mouth was gummed shut.
    Oh God, what’s happening to me?
    She heard a rustle of movement, clothes swishing somewhere beside her.
    Oh my God, who’s in here? Who’s in my room?
    Noella felt exposed and defenseless. And horribly alone.
    Get up, get up, get up.
    But Noella may as well have been a million miles from her body. Though she could feel the warmth, like an oven beneath her blankets, and the bed and pillow, that is where her connection with her sense of touch ended.
    “You sure she’s out?” a man’s voice whispered from somewhere on her bed’s left. A second later he whispered again. “I don’t think she’s out.”
    No!! Who is that?
    Four icy fingers wrapped around Noella’s right wrist, then picked up her limb and dangled it for several seconds before dropping it without ceremony. Noella felt a subtle bristle of movement, but only that, and just barely.
    “Yes, she’s out,” another man’s voice. The one on her right who had dangled her wrist.
    What are they doing in my bedroom?
    What do they want with me, and why can’t I move?
    Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey, Noella. Wake up, wake up, wake up!
    Noella wanted to scream, to lash out in rage at her body’s violation in the sanctity of her space. These men were in her room, and they had done something to her to paralyze her. She wanted to hurl punches at the men lurking in her room and plunging her deep into terror.
    But Noella could only lie in her bed, still as a corpse.
    One of the men pulled the covers down, past her chin and then down to her waist.
    Oh my God, what are they gonna do to me?
    Thoughts strobed through Noella’s mind of the hundreds of horrible things that might happen. She thought of the serial killer and Katie. What if there wasn’t just one killer, but two that worked together. And they’d now targeted her? Maybe they knew that she’d seen the murder and wanted to silence her. And after her, might they move on to Josie?
    Oh God, no!
    She wanted to cry, or scream, or punch, or kick, or whatever would get her away, but her brain still refused to work with her body.
    One of the men grabbed the top of Noella’s head, then yanked it sideways, exposing her neck. Though she could see nothing, her mind’s eye saw her neck stretched out, long, ready for a blade.
    No, no, no, no!
    Get out, get out!
    RANDY!! HELP!!
    Noella screamed — in her mind, anyway — but the scream died as a thought.
    Fingers probed the back