Twisted

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Summary

My head hurt so bad.

I tried to get up, but failed to. I felt like my brain would come out at any moment.

"Ugh," I gave a loud groan, and opened my eyes.

And what I saw, was a blurry vision of a girl.

Pale, but I could see her eyes. They were auburn, no. Almost- Almost red.

I gave another groan as I struggled to get up from the terror burning inside me.

"Wh-Wha-Who are y-you?" I expected it to sound like series of groans, but I spoke perfectly, to my surprise.

The girl said nothing. Instead she reached out a bloody hand for me to grasp on.

"Aagh!" I turned my back on her and struggled to get up again, and fortunately, I did.

I stood up on the street limping towards my house, hand on my arm, which was bleeding.

Not even bothering to get my bike.

NO, of course not. With that freaky lady on my back?

Nooooo, I ain't even turning around.

But something tempted me to.

Like a popped bubble, my decision changed almost immediately and turned around.

And what did I see?

Air.

I stood there, unable to believe what just happened.

Did the girl run away or something?

No, It was too soon.

It was Impossible.

Shivers went down my spine and caused me to limp faster than before.

I just experienced something so creepy.

While I was biking on the road on my way to the market, I crashed onto something so big.

Of course me and my wonderful bike flew in the air and landed painfully.

When I woke up, the big thing was gone, and what welcomed me was a bloody girl who looked my age.

When I was limping like an idiot in the middle of the street, she vanished.

But I mean,

Where was that girl, though?

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AN: Picture on the side is the random girl's eye

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