Whiskey Eyes

Prologue

Pain. All I feel is pain. All I see is darkness. All I taste is blood. All I smell is Death.

Trying to move my body is impossible. All I can do is lay here in my ever growing pool of blood. Waiting for the questionable bright light.

Thump. Thump. Thump. Slowly turning my head towards the sounds of footsteps. I feel a body lean close to me as I cough out more of my blood. Chuckling right next to me ear, I hear a voice say.

" Oh no, baby. You are not going to die so easily. We still have a lot more fun to get to."

Screaming in fear and pain. I try to grab his hand from stabbing my other one. With another piercing cry I surrender to the darkness....

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Gasping. I sit up in bed, holding my right hand to my chest. Tears coursing down my cheeks. I cry for what has felt like an eternity.

Knowing that I won't be able to get any more sleep. I gingerly get out of bed and head to the bathroom to begin the dreary morning. Doing my normal routine, I end it with brushing my ever white teeth and looking at my pale complexion.

Dull brown hair. Pale skin, almost as white as snow. Ha...snow white...I crack myself up. And finally dull brown eyes. Everything about me is dull or pale to the point of looking sick. Shaking my head at my own thoughts I walk through my bedroom and to my sparse living room. Sighing out loud I start packing the rest of my stuff in their designated boxes.

Whiskey Ridge...here I come.

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(A/N...hey yo people...how are y'all? Me? Well I am doing great! Was talking to a friend about some of the weird things that I do from time to time. And it sparked this idea of my new story. What I would like is if those who liked my other story to tell me if this one might be worthwhile. Well, thanks!)

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Truly, Arri