I shot up. That was the weirdest nightmare ever. I was holding hands with Harry when Lilly comes out of nowhere with a knife. Behind her is Chad, and they are both grinning quite evilly. Chad speaks first. "Oh Ams, you should've never left me." Lilly looks at Harry. "Harry. You thought i was so innocent. I just wanted your precious fame and money. But you left me looking like a fool for her! Payback time!" Harry stands up and says, "Go away. We're together and no one can change that." They look at each other then back at us, and smirk. "We'll see about that." Chad starts running towards Harry. Before Harry can react, Chad stabbed Harry in the stomach. Harry stumbles, and coughs up blood. I scream and look at Lilly and she runs towards me. I turn and run. Looking back I see Harry running after me instead of Lilly. He has a gun. I scream and keep running. There is a door, but it keeps getting farther away. Despite my speed, Harry's long legs catch up to me. The next thing I know, I'm awake. What the actual heck? I hardly ever have dreams, let alone bad ones. But I feel like this dream means something. Something that's going to happen very soon.
Ha! What am I kidding? This isn't some horror story. This is real life. I can't possibly have visions, I'm not Alice Cullens!
I look around my bedroom. I've never appreciated how lucky I am to own this condo. My bedroom is a light blue, with bright white furniture. It is Paris themed, and has Eiffel towers everywhere. Hanging above my queen-sized bed is a portrait that says Paris in block letters, with a Eiffel Tower instead of the I. My bed is black and white with newspaper print of different big events that happened in Paris, and pictures of famous places there here and there too. I have a vanity that is well organized thanks to my OCD, a tall dresser, a storage unit that holds my 52" flat screen television that faces my bed, and a desk that is sort of cut off from my room. My desk has my large Mac monitor and screen, with its white keyboard and mouse. All in all, I am very lucky and blessed to have this gorgeous room. I peel the covers off of me, and hop off my bed. My room is connected to my en suite, and has a large walk in closet. My closet is painted green, and has dark wood shelves. My clothes are colour coded (OCD strikes again) and my shoes are organized as well. I pick out some Hollister skinny jeans, a flower printed halter top, a light flowy white cardigan, and white flats for today. I then walk into my four piece en suite, and decide to take a bubble bath. I look into my mirror and appreciate my hair. It really does look good. I feel a little less insecure. I run my bath, and put my clothes in a neat pile on the granite counter. I take out the blow drier, the curler, and the make up I'm going to use. Eyeliner, mascara, nude eyeshadow, and pink blush. I also take out my blemish coverup and foundation. My skin is red on my cheeks because of my acne, so I need these things. Once my bath in drawn, I sink in. I flip on the television in front of it. Yeah, you read right. This is a high end building. No gossip news for me today. I switch to ABC. Pretty Little Liars is on. It's so weird, how I have a unknown mysterious stalker who is sending me weird notes, too. One so far at least. And boy, I'm going to track this person down. After sitting for a while I wash my hair, condition it, and wash my body. I shave my hairy legs. Stepping out of the tub, I grab the towel I had set out earlier, wrapping it around myself. Then, out of nowhere, my bathroom door bursts open.
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Ha! My first cliffhanger. ☺
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