"Annabel!" Emmett Johnson screamed with fright.
He sat up and put his hands on his face. He breathed heavily for a couple of minutes. Emmett looked at his alarm clock.
"Twelve a.m. Go figure." Emmett said sarcastically. He got up from the bed and walked down the hall to the kitchen. He got a glass of cool water.
"That's better." Emmett whispered with his eyes closed. He reopened them and the roof of the kitchen had disappeared.
"Good morning Annabel." Emmett said as a shooting star passed by. He closed his eyes and imagined Annabel right next to him keeping him company, telling him everything was alright like she always did.
Emmett opened his eyes and the dull kitchen roof was back. So he rinsed his glass then headed to bed. As he laid down he grabbed a picture of him and Annabel. He held it close to him and feel asleep thinking of her.
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Heart In The Hands Of Two
General FictionIn New Orleans lived a baby girl. Unique in every way. When that little girl grew up she met two boys and they became friends. Having the baby girl cost a lot and someone had to pay. One eventful Halloween night there was a homicide so gruesome it...
