I breathlessly hang my head over my body and rest my hand on my knees, in a doubled-over positioned.
"You didn't have to run for me, you know that right?" A strange but oddly familiar voice laughs.
A face peers through the darkness, brown hair sweeping across his right eye and the other eye, also brown, shines in what is left of the suns light.
"Ashton!" I leap onto him and hug him tightly.
"Hey" he says with the smallest hint of confusion.
"I am sorry for that reaction, I honestly don't know why I did that. I am so weird and annoying, I am really sor-" I ramble on as I step back but, he cuts me off.
"It's fine, Bethany. Besides, I liked your reaction" he says as he scratches his forehead.
"Sorry" I giggle to try and swipe away the embarrassment.
"Why are you here?" I ask.
"Why did you obey a strangers orders?" he asks while poking my stomach so that I flinch.
I laugh, "I don't really know, to be honest".
"Well I am glad you did"
"Answer my question because I answered yours" I laugh again.
"I was here because I wanted to hang out with you, maybe do something fun... or dangerous..." he says with an evil smirk, perched upon his fine lips.
"Ooooooh, sounds like fun"
"I know, I also want to spend time with you, Bethany Potter"
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Disembodied Voices
Horor12:46am Sunday The colliding of metal poles awakes me on an early just turned Sunday morning. It never misses an opportunity to watch my poor soul snap out of my pale, startled skin. I can't remember when this all started to haunt me because I have...
