13th of February (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter XV

As she walked through the dark tunnel, she noticed a man standing with his back to her.

"Hello?"

She could feel her mouth forming the word, but no sound left her mouth. The man turned, and she realised that he was someone she knew, but she couldn't recognise who.

Lifting his head, the man looked at her through bloodshot eyes that seemed to be brimming with pain, thick, dark crimson tears slowly streaming down his emotionless face. A soundless gasp left her mouth as she registered who she was looking at.

She seemed to have frozen into her position, unable to move or speak as she watched his face contort into an unbearably pain stricken expression. Just the look on his face made her feel a pang of pain.

The thick crimson tears cascaded down his face as he sobbed without a sound, hair falling into his eyes, the tips of the soft strands staining red, mouth forming the words but sound echoing from all around her.

"I'm sorry."

His voice sounded heart-wrenchingly broken. She couldn't move. She screamed, her throat feeling soar but not a sound escaped her mouth. She had never seen him even cry, but here she was, staring as he stood looking devastated.

He moved further away. She tried reaching out to grab him, but her outstretched hands only met cold air, her feet staying fixed to the same spot against her will. Looking down at them for a second, she looked back up and instead of meeting the same dreaded sight, her eyes were met with something unexpected.

In front of her was a somehow familiar looking teenager, a horrified look on his face, a little girl sobbing hysterically into his chest, his strong arms holding her in place. Noticing the boy go rigid, the little girl hesitantly turned back. Meeting her eyes, the girl screeched, scrambling back and hitting the boy's torso as he rushed to cover her mouth, still looking ahead with a devastated look as the girl slipped out of consciousness.

It was all like Deja Vu. She was sure she had never seen such a scene before, yet it seemed familiar. Before she could think more about it or even comprehend what she had just seen, she looked down and found herself in a long flowing black gown.

Looking back up, she saw a coffin surrounded by huge clusters of chrysanthemums, the flowers of death. There wasn't another soul around, but she felt like she knew the person lying in it. Like she had to see them.

Trying to move again, she remembered that no matter how much she tried she couldn't move. As she let out a scream of pure frustration, everything closed in on her and went black.

Jolting awake, Karen continued screaming for a moment, taking a few minutes to realise that it was all a dream,and she was no longer in it. Absolutely petrified, she didn't understand what that was or why she had seen it.

Drawing her knees into her chest, Karen broke into soft whimpers, wanting to just forget what she had seen. Too bothered to get out of bed and too scared to fall back asleep, she fell back onto her bed, still hugging her knees. As her whimpers slowly quietened down into sniffles, Karen lay on her bed, just blankly staring at the wall.

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Just saying, you need to vote for chapters separately, not just one vote for the book XD. Anyways, as usual, criticism is always welcome, and again let me tell you that the plot was from a younger and dumber me, and the writing is mine. You've been warned lol.

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~Tristophobic