Perfect 1 (Completed)

The Dream

Alex pushed me away from the door and started cursing at me. Of course I wasn't listening to him. Although my expression was fear on my face, I started to feel anger and rage from him doing this. He has gotten away with this for far to long. I mean, the cops were chasing us in the car. What happened to them? Did Alex kill them? I was so confused. Nothing made since. Alex seemed so nice and caring when we met. But now I'm seeing the real him. As I was dozing off and thinking more into things, Alex started to get frustrated and slapped me across the face. The hit knocked me out of my thought world and back to reality.

"What the--" He cut me off and pick me up by my hair and threw me onto the ground. He did this multiple times, until he pulled up and ripped my hair out. He finally had enough of that and threw me into the bed. My head was bleeding slightly and I was very dizzy. Everything was moving. Everything. I started to hear voices. I felt Alex tying my hands and feet to the corners of the bed. I just lay there. Sprawled out onto the bed with my hands and feet tied to the corners of the mattress. I finally had enough of the dizziness and closed my eyes. Soon enough, I was fast asleep.

I was in my room again. My old room. At my house. The alarm clock was beeping real loud so I turned it off. Well tried to turn it off anyway. It wouldn't stop it's annoying beeping sound so I decided to just unplug it. After I got dressed and all of that. I went to get my socks on. I pulled open my sock drawer and found a knife. I knew exactly what this was doing here. I was going through deep depression. After all, the only true friends I really had was Lexi and the cheerleading squad. The rest of my so called "friends" we're just plain jerks. The ones like Amelia and Ashley. The both thought they were the queens of the school and they thought I was their friend. Once I stopped talking to them for a while, they realized I didn't like them anymore. We stopped talking all together. Next thing you know, my step dad comes barging in with a beer in his hand and blood on his hands. I looked at him with shock and fear in my eyes. He gave me a death glare and went to punch me, but I dodged it and ran downstairs and into the living room. In the living room I about collapsed. My mom was on the floor. Dead. She was bleeding from the side of the head, neck, and stomach. I felt like I was going to throw up. I turn around to my dad holding a knife to me throat, "I thought this would work out." He said as he smirked,

I shot up off the bed but then was pulled down by the ropes that held me to the bed, "It was just a dream Lizzy...just a dream."