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𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄

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" 𝐀𝟏 - 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐲."

Aaliyah had never been one for the horror genre. Blood, weapons, death.. it all just scared her. On the contrary, her friends, they were it's biggest fans.

They'd watch movies such as scream, saw, the terrifier at sleepovers, forcing Aaliyah to watch along. The horrifying screams she'd hear during the movies, haunted her in the nights.

Anxiety had gotten the best of her. Every creak of wood, every time the wind blew through the crack of her window, she'd be terrified. What if someone was in her house? What if someone had violent meanings towards her?

Soon enough, she wouldn't be able to get a night's sleep without some sort of lethal protection next to her. In her drawer, she had put three weapons.
Pepper spray, a gun, and a knife.

Each night, she'd check her drawer if everything was still there. Each night, she'd recount everything.

Is the door locked? Are the windows closed? Do I have my phone? But most importantly, are the weapons there?

Once her friends found out about her emergency stash, they convinced her it was "too dramatic." And that it "wasn't needed."

"Mystic falls is a safe town, Aaliyah. Come on, you don't need all this." They had told her.

So for a couple of days, she had finally stopped worrying about everything. She was safe. Mystic falls was safe. No need to worry.

But all comfort brought to her, disappeared within one night. The night, when her awful and terrifying nightmares started.

They terrified Aaliyah to the core. To the point, where she'd get panic attacks.
Each morning, she'd wake up, hyperventilating, as salty tears streamed down her face.

Breathe in, breathe out.
Breathe in, breathe out.

But they never stopped. They only got worse, and worse. Each time, more gruesome, and more detailed then the night before.

Her miserable screams, the broken glass, the clothes that had once been so white, covered in blood..
those sights never left her mind.

Every shadow, every little sound added to her anxiety. It was almost impossible to look at a knife the same way she had before.

Everything was haunting her. Everything overwhelmed her. Everything terrified her. Her panic attacks worsened, as she felt as if her lungs were evaporating. As if the walls were closing up on her, and death came closer every single minute that passed.

Aaliyah had barely been able to take care of herself, stuck watching the streets and the front door. Her friends and family became extremely worried for the girl. She looked extremely pale, with heavy bags under her eyes.

One morning, it felt as if the world came crashing down onto her. The same nightmare, yet worse than the nights before. Her screams had filled the empty room, as she felt the stabbing pain in her side. That was, until she woke up.

Sweaty, and crying. She sobbed, burying her face into her pillow. What was happening? Was there something wrong with her?

As she looked up, it looked as if the walls were closing in on her, ready to crush her miserable self to death. For a second, she'd embrace it; her seemingly upcoming death.

But her family.. her friends..

She almost choked, as she tried taking a breath in. But nothing worked as it used to. She sobbed and cried, latching onto whatever closest to her to keep herself steady.

And just minutes later, she dialed the number she had forced herself to memorize so much these past few days.

9-1-1.

"991, what's ur emergency?" A soft voice rang through the phone's speakers, whilst Aaliyah tried to keep herself from sobbing.

"I need help. Shit. Please, I think I'm going to die.." Aaliyah cried, her voice a soft whisper, stuttering almost every single word that came out of her mouth.

When the ambulance arrived, they had found the girl sunken to the ground, tear marks staining her cheeks, whilst blood clung to the girls' hands.