Unescapable Destiny

Waking Hour

Hello Readers. This Is My Newiest Story Unescapable Destiny. I Hope You Like It.

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My ears were pounding with the sound of my heart beat. I didn't think as I ran from the unknown figure behind me. The farther I ran from the figure the darker the woods became. I was seconds away from being safe when suddenly the earth began to tremble and spilt behind me. Without really thinking I made my feet go fast not wanting to get sucked down into the earth. I kept running until I was trapped by a wall of impassable trees. I quickly turned the way and was faced with a giant hole in the ground leading right down to the burning core of the earths center. My shoulders dropped as the reality of how helpless I was finally set in. I slowly turned around to see if there was any way around the trees when I came face to face with a tall cloaked person. Between the darkness of the woods and the hood covering their face I come not make out anything of the persons features. I was staring at the person until it spoke, "Silly girl you should know very well then to run from me."

By hearing the voice I knew that it unmistakably belonged to a male. Once his words finally hit me I whispered, "I could I have known that. I don't even known who you are."

Acting hurt the man raised his hand to his heart and said, "I am so hurt that you have forgotten me. After all we have been through together, and you have forgotten."

Rolling my eyes I repiled, "Maybe if you took off your hood I would know who it is you are."

The man let out a curl chuckle as he hissed, "Now now why would I go and do that. By doing that it would take all the fun out of making you remember."

"Look mister I really think that you have me confused with some other girl," I said giving off a little attitude.

In one quick motion the creepy man was no longer in front of me, but he was behind me holding my waist in a death lock. I could fell his ice cold breath make its way into my ear as he whispers, "I believe I have the right girl Miss. Meghan Neander, or should I call you Meg like everyone else dose."

Shivering a little I gulped and said, " How did you know my name?"

Gripping me tighter he repiled, "Its my job to know about what has always been mine. Your mind may not remember, but your body dose, and soon you will remember everything. Until then I wish you a wonderful day my little Meg."

Not even a second later my eyes flew open, and I was greeted by the shrill sound of my alarm clock. I laied in my bed willing my heart to slow its beating and finally after ten mintues it did. I second it did I jumped out of my bed and went over to my bathroom to get ready for school. The first thing I did was brush out my wild main of dark brown hair that had a red tint to it. After my hair was completely straitened out I couldn't help but notice that my royal blue eyes were totally blood shot. Thinking fast I looked in the medicine cabinet for eye drops. With no success I ran out of my room and into the hall way. I got to my moms door and knocked waiting for her answer. Seconds later my mom peaked her head out the door and sleepily asked, "What's wrong sweetheart?"

"My I woke up and my eyes were blood shot. You don't happen to have eye drops do you," I questioned.

"No I don't . Why don't I give you some extra money, and you can pick some up on your way to school," she repiled.

Smiling I said, "That sounds great mom, thank you."

"No problem Meg I will give it to you at breakfast," spoke my mom.

"Alright mom I will see you down stairs," I said making my way back to my room.

Once back in my room to get ready for the day. Walking over to my dresser I grabbed my outfit for the day, and other needed accessories. I chose wear my I love you to Pluto and back shirt, ripped blue jeans, my black splatter paint studded belt, black laced-up Zip boots, and lastly my black leather jacket. Grabbing my cell phone and ipod off their chargers I made my way down stairs. Entering the kitchen I was greeted by the warm smile of my mother and father, that was until he saw my outfit. "Meg how many times have I told you not to wear clothing with rips in them," asked my now frowning father.