Chapter 12 Imaginary death mate

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It was all starting to make sence. "Hahaha...scared...are you? Well that's just pathetic...because you see, if you are scared of me....you are scared of your own self...because I am your other half." Said Molly in an evil tone. I looked up my dark hair covering my glowing green eye's. I looked up with hate. With wishful thinking. With....a plane? I smiled at my own mind giving me an evil plot. Now I know why Molly is my evil half....because I do have an evil half. "Scared...." I started. "I am NOT scared! What? Scared of someone who isn't real maybe.." I said staring at the girl who looked like me. Molly sat there dumb founded. She couldn't speak for a moment and then Molly said, "Of course you are scared! You need to open your eye's....and I am real. Because of you. You created me..." Molly said. I knew what she was trying to do. "You feed off of negative energy. All you want....is a life...with a family, friends, a home....or somewhere to call home! You need love! If you keep bottling this inside of you...you will nevet find any of that." I said with compassion. Molly looked at me with half hate, and half understanding. I thought soon everything was going to be okay but next thing I know is Molly pulls out a dagger and runs and jabs me in the stomach. Blood what everywhere. The last things I remember is Molly disappearing and Bentley suddenly waking from the dead and holding me in his arms. And then it was....black.

TO BE CONTINUED

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