Out Of Our Control (High School Shoey)

Ch 41- 6:13 A.M.

SUPER SHORT CHAPTER! I'M REALLY REALLY SORRY! I HAVE MAJOR WRITER'S BLOCK!

~JOEY’S POV~

 “Shane?” I whisper barely loud enough for me to hear myself. No response. I crane my head to the right to find my alarm clock flashing the time in dim green little lights.

 6:13 A.M

 Ugh. I have to get up and go to school.

 I try to sit up in bed, but something is holding me down.

 Or someone.

 I look up to find myself staring into a pair of vibrant silver eyes like to shiny quarters.

 “Time is near.” She hisses out before wrapping her icy cold hands around my neck. Darkness and silence swirls around the room, taking up most of the space. To any outsider, this would seem like tranquility; oblivious to the fact that evil itself is trying to kill me.

 I claw at her hands, trying to get her to release me, but she has a grip of steel. My body freezes with fear as my heart melts with anguish. The darkness collapses on top of me as my constricted lungs struggle for a hint of oxygen. Right as I begin to feel myself slip away from this world, she lets me go.

 I slowly open my eyes and stare her straight down. She opens her mouth and lets out a glass-shattering scream as her nails turn black and extend with razor sharp tips. Right before she digs her nails into my chest,

 I wake up.

 I sit up in bed and take a deep and shaky breath. I immediately cock my head to the right to look at the time.

 6:11 A.M.

 Oh no.

 My heart pounds harder with every second that passes by. “Shane?” I squeak out. No response. Again.

 6:12 A.M.

my whole body shakes under the blanket as sweat trickles down my face. I reach my trembling hand over and fumble to turn on the lamp on my nightstand, but there’s already a hand there.

 6:13 A.M.

 “Joey?” Shane asks while turn on the lamp. I can hear the worry showing up in his voice. “Are you okay?” I don’t answer him. I just hop out of bed and immediately wrap my arms around his neck.

 “Why are you breathing so hard?” I ask him, his shoulder muffling my question.

 “I’m not.” He replies.