"How can someone with a name like Daisy, be so fiery." He says as he runs the back of his hand along my cheek. "Such a gentle flower, given to someone so stubborn and rude." I pull my face away from his hand, but he quickly snaps his hand round the...
When I go into the ground I won't go quietly, I'm bringin' my crown When I go into the ground Oh, they gotta bury me, bury me face down
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It took awhile for Katie to leave my apartment. She refused to go until I explained what happened in the club. I can't get her involved. Not until I know if it's safe for her to do so. Luckily she trusts me. Once I explained that I don't even understand myself what was going on, it's best for her to not know yet, she said she would go.
I've been sitting on the edge of my bed, staring out at the moon since then. I haven't even turned the light on in my apartment. The light from the moon is enough for now. I'm not sure whether it's because I feel too numb to move right now or maybe because I don't want anyone to know I'm home, incase someone is waiting for me to be.
I suddenly hear a rustling at my door and my body shoots up and turns towards the door. The door continues to rattle from someone on the other side. They're doing something with the lock. They're trying to get in. I take slow steps towards it, but grabbing a knife from the kitchen counter next to the door. I push my back against the wall between the counter and door, so that when it opens, I'm hidden behind it.
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I don't know why I've grabbed a knife, I don't think I'd ever actually be prepared to use it to protect me. I don't think I could stab someone, or maybe if I'm actually being attacked my adrenaline would step in for me.
I hold my breath, to stop my heavy breathing giving away the fact I'm here. Clenching the knife tightly, the door begins to open slowly, it only opens half way before the person takes a step in. I don't hesitate before jumping out behind the door, standing behind them, ready with the knife incase I need to do anything.
Before I can even take another step, the person spins round, grabbing my wrist holding the knife, pulling it up and forcing me backwards into the door, closing it, I close my eyes in fear in the progress. Both of my hands are held up by my head, pressed up against the door. My heart feels as though it's going to beat out of my chest, this is where I die. I'm too scared to even open my eyes because that would make this all real.
"Please." I beg, dropping the knife from my hand and hearing it land on the floor.
"Petal." I hear the person say, making me finally open my eyes. Only to see Harry in front of me looking confused, but also with a little smile on his face. I sigh as I realise it's only him. "Don't you think if I wanted to kill you, I would have done it ages ago." He chuckles to himself.
"Can you let go of me now?" I groan, annoyed that he finds this all funny whilst still pinning me to the wall.
"Aren't you going to beg again?" He tilts his head to the side with a sinister smile. I frustratingly try to move my wrists out of his grasp. "Fine! Fine!" He laughs, finally letting go of me. As soon as my hands are finally free I push straight past him, going to stand by my window.
