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Chapter Seven; Fear

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I flipped through the pages of a brown leather diary, my eyes feeling incredibly heavy.

I scanned the page one last time before giving in and closing my eyes.

But it happened.

I thought it was a nightmare.

My wide brown eyes widened, feeling as if id been being watched.... A-fucking-gain

I turn the light on, that soft yellow glow easing my fear.

Great going Scarlett. Now you look like a dumbass.

I'm sitting on my soft white sheets of my king sized bed, the right side completely taken over by plushies.

My brown eyes gazed out the window, swearing I saw a woman peering in, I swear I'm having a horrible nightmare.

Suddenly the window slides open, the glass sliding against the windowpane squeaking like a hurt animal.

I jump back, attempting to flee out of bed.

But a cold yet soft voice pauses me in my tracks like a deer in headlights.

"You didn't like my roses mouse?"

The voice said; as sharp as a knife.

I swallowed hard, backing up against the wall; although I'm still on the bed.

I gathered the loose blanket and clutched it to my chest, I hadn't been wearing pants to bed as it's been 90°F

"Don't fear me mouse. I'm your shadow. Now, tell me why you threw my roses away. I'd spent my own time clipping the thorns so you didn't hurt those pretty fingers of yours."

I couldn't speak, my throat was dry. Anxiety bit my throat like a shock collar used for dogs.

I tried to get up and run, but her cold hands gripped my wrists, sending a wave of sudden pain through my aching bones.

"P-please. Take anything you want. I have an emerald necklace in my purse."

I fell to my knees, pleading not to be hurt.

She knelt down, using her fingertips to grip my chin, forcing eye contact.

"You stop that crying little mouse; nothing bad is going to happen to you as long as you listen to me, Kay?"

Her tone was soft, sweet even; so much for a serial killer stalker.

I held my breath and nodded frantically. I've only just started living my life; I don't want it to end so soon.

"Stop that crying now. Stand up for me. Can you do that?"

I nod and stand up, fixing my tshirt over my legs; looking down at the ground.

Her cold hand gripped my chin; not hard, but firmly.

She clicked her tongue, catching my short attention span.

"Just stop crying. That's all I'm asking Scarlett. I'm not asking you to undress for me, just for the tears to stop falling. Can you do that? Hm?"

I press my lips together tightly, wanting to argue. But my throat feels paralyzed. I couldn't form words at all, it was like swallowing a handful of crushed glass.

All I could do was nod and hold my breath.

But one thing leads to another; I fucking fainted. How embarrassing.