I woke up from an uneasy sleep to the sound of a Sharp metallic clang. I can't move my arms! If I open my eyes, will I regret it? This is the thought that keeps popping into my head. But before I could make my final decision, my eyes were yanked open. I tried to get them shut again but it was a failed attempt every time. "Macy, I'm here to help!", yelled the mysterious man.
Why would he want to help? He is the one who brought me here. It's not like I just walked myself in here and tied myself up. "I choose to listen to you", I whispered.
"Perfect, then. You have terrible parents. They are never around to help you. But every time I try to help you, you just run away. And you wonder why I had to knock you out to get you to this "facility". It's because you don't even want to listen. You might not know how this is helping you, but trust me. This is the closest to help that you're going to get, sweetheart."
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Last Night Home
Ficção GeralMacy Jones, 15, is walking home from school when the usual faint shadow and footsteps trail behind. But all of a sudden they don't sound as distant. She is home alone and it happens again this time outside her front door. Is it a coincidence or is h...
