The slightest things scare me, and that includes a drop of a hat. No i wasn't some some skiddish psychopath, i was just aware of everything cautious of everything.
When i turned thirteen my friends gave me a surprise party and it was a surprise alright. So much of a surprise that i fainted and ended up getting stitches because the edge of the living room table met me halfway between the floor. No one ever threw me a surprise party again, and if they did they would warn me before i met up with death himself.
Maybe that would be better than meeting him in my dreams. Yes, you heard correctly I see death in my dreams, no not people dying, I'm talking about the skeleton in the black cape with the pointy curved axe thing. Okay still no bells then how about... The Grim Reaper, The Destroyer, The Hooded One or my favorite comparison 'The Grim Adventures of Billy And Mandy'.
But he isn't all fun and games, hes a nightmare. He has haunted my dreams since i was five and hasn't given me a break once.
Now im eighteen, out of school and by myself. And your probably wondering "well what about those friends that threw you that party?" Well, no cause after the party they just stopped talking to me.
And to be honest I thought no one would ever want to talk to me and i was comfortable with that.
But then i made the worst mistake of my entire life.
I bumped into a group of guy's and spilt Kool-Aid all over him.
And after that well... Everything just went left.
Photo of her at the top ^^
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Of The Monsters
Fantasy"But what if the monsters come?" "Fancy." Kit looked away from the drama to stare at her sister, surprised. "We are the monsters." - Dia Reeves, Slice of Cherry He kept a secret like everyone else. So did she. He didn...
