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*Dans p.o.v*
My mind struggled to accept the fact that I had a younger sister. That means Paul also had a little sister he never got to meet or even knew about.
"My name is Dani Miller, we wouldn't have the same last name since I have my fathers last name and you have yours." She explained.
I still sat in shock as she tried to have a conversation with me.
"I'm guessing your name is Daniel Watson then?" She asked pointing down at me.
I stared up at her, squinted my eyes to get a good look at her again and replied, "Yeah, Dan Watson."
"Really?" Dani asked.
I nodded my head as I stood up on my own two feet, then was pounced on by Dani, "Holy shit I cant believe I finally found you!" She screetched.
"Woah woah, okay." I tried to get out as she screetched in my ear. After a while, I tried prying her arms out of our hug. She finally let go after a few minutes and straightened up her shirt. She then started to act all serious and calm, telling her group members what they should be doing.
"We need shelter, somewhere safe. We dont need to find any more wendigos." She announced as we headed down the street, trying to find ourselfs a safe home.
*Megans P.O.V*
We headed down the street with Danis group, they all seemed super friendly but also strict and serious when they needed to be. Even though Dani held a knife to my neck and back, I think we got along the best.
Night arose and we were still walking. Dani and her group led the way.
"Where are we going?" I kind of complained.
Dan was pretty much holding me because I was so tired.
"Were almost there, calm down." One of Danis group members replied steernly.
All of a sudden the back of my head was throbbing. Putting my hand on the back of my head, I noticed my hair was wet. I pulled my arm back in front of me and the only color you saw, was the color red.
I immediately panicked. I turned around to see who it was to find another group surrounding us.
My group all lied on the floor uncouncious, while I felt dizzy but needed to stay standing for the safty of my group.
"Who are you." I questioned to the group dressed in all black.
One man stood out of line and took off his mask, my eyes did a double glance because I couldnt believe who it was. My vison became blurry as he spoke out slowly, "Your worse nightmare."
Those words echoed throughout my head as my eyelids became heavy and time seemed to stand still.
The last thing I saw was a smile on his stupid little face before I closed my eyes and began to sleep.
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Barely Breathing
ParanormalThis worlds gone to shit, and I can't do anything to save it. No one knows how it started or how they could end it. Everyone is fighting to survive, people barely give two shits about whether or not you survive. But for 12 year old Megan Lyn, a grou...