Bloody Marry

BloodyMarry

Marry Hast was scared – nothing else could describe how she felt… she felt like she was being stalked… and she was.

Marry was walking fast down the road to her home – she could see her big white house in her vision…

Marry didn’t know what to do – call the police, tell her daddy? Not that her daddy could do anything; he was in China doing research on the myths that swirled around China like a world-wind… Marry wondered if she could trust Angelina about this…

Marry was just to the point where she crosses the street to get to her side of the road when it happens… A huge big black truck came out of nowhere; it didn’t hit Marry but it did run over her toes and throw her into the ditch with a lot of force. Marry heard something snap when she landed…

Marry laid there; dazed and confused. Then the fear hits her so hard she starts to cry.

Marry had her purse with her and her cell phone was tucked safely away in it. “Hello?” Angelina answered on the second ring.

“I-I got hit b-by a truck.” Marry sobbed into the phone.

“WHAT? I will be there – where are you?” Angelina demanded sounding panicked.

“My house, other side of the s-street,” Marry whispered

“Ok, hang on. I’m coming!” Angelina said. Marry could hear her running around her house before the phone disconnected and Marry was then alone.

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HE hit the wall as hard as he could. He had missed her; how could he have missed her? She was right there and he didn’t kill her with his stupid truck.

He was furious… it should have been so easy, so simple… now they all had to regroup and figure out another plan… one that would work.

“Hello?” Angelina asked.

“Where are you?” He snapped.

“Getting Marry, I will convince her not to tell the police and to lie to the doctors about what happen. What did happen?” Angelina asked her voice full of anger and suspicion.

“That bitch jumped out of the way. I almost had her…” He growled, trailing off in his own furry.

“Yeah, well, we’ll need a new plan. After I’m cleared I’ll come by and help plan the new plan. Call Vicky and tell her to come to your house.” Angelina ordered. Usually HE wouldn’t listen to her but for once he did.

   *AUTHORS NOTE*

Well, the reason I uploaded this was because I just had just freaked out… big time… lets just say when a doctor says to me, “maybe you need a blood draw…” I start to cry… yeah I may be 14 but I am a BIG baby when it comes to shots and things…

But hey, its good for you, my readers, cuz writing gets me un-panicked… :) peace!!!!!

P.S No draw blood!!!!!! :) P.S