I was lying on the floor. What? Where am I? I was sure I saw a pair of brown eyes staring ominously down at me before the pain in my head. No, not a headache. It hurts more than that. It's as if I've been shot, but I'm not dead. I try getting up from the floor, and feel something sticky around my body.
Blood. My blood. Seeping from the wound in my head. Seeping from the ache. Why? Who-? Suddenly, an eerie chuckle erupts from the silence around me. I'm not alone. I know this chuckle.
I whimper. "Help!"
I heard footsteps. It was pretty silent apart from those deafening footsteps coming towards me. Step... Step... Step...
They stop. I can sense the owner of the footsteps in front of me.
Agony sears through the ache in my head. My abdomen becomes numb in agony of the weapon that has been plunged into that area.
"Let me go! No, stop!"
I'm going to die. He's messing with my insides. I feel him stabbing over and over. I've become so numb... Why doesn't God let me leave? This killer... Why is his chuckle so familiar?
He then guides his weapon to my throat and I know nothing more.
A/N
Well. I'm going to try and make a story now. Yay. Okay so I'm going to update every Sunday. Please don't be hateful. ;-; I'm trying here. So yeah. Bye guys. 😁.
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Daniel Howell; Why?
Fiksi Penggemar"W-Why? Dan, what happened to you? I love y-you Dan.."
