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Nayana's POV

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His brown pupils with loathe swirling inside them he held his gun to his next victim. The man's chilling voice stated, "since you don't want to open the door to despise, then I will open it for you."

The victim not accepting the invitation of the door that lead to despise, his body shuddered as if it was kissed by winter's breath. Salty tears were excreted from his tear glands, as shook his head, declaring that he didn't want to die and he wanted a second chance.

Answering him, "traitors aren't given a second chance."

Closing my eyelids, I knew I couldn't do anything. The only think my eyes could have do was see and only see.

Bang!! The load weapon bawled, killing yet another one without a shred of a emotion, just cold and metallic inside and out.

It's sound pierced the my ears, causing my hurt to wail in pain hearing of another person's death. Picking through my eyelids being the curious cat, blood had painted the room like an artist would do on a canvas. My pupils burned at the sight, knowing the ending of the that saying, curiosity killed the cat.

Then the felon had turned around to depart from the graveyard. He was walking straight for me and I deprived myself of the sense of sight, by closing my eyes.

RIIIIIIIIINGGGGGGGGG!!!!

RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!

Performing it's given duty my alarm clock had wakened me, up from a next chapter of a book that I was going to place on Wattpad. Being drawn in my the irking sound my hand tried to press the button on the clock so it would, cease it's racket. The only thing that was produced from that action, was my face kissing the floor of my bedroom.

"Damn it, why the hell is this thing so far?" Picking up my physique, I walked over to the clock, terminated it's song. Sighing and stretching out my arms, I grabbed my phone. Pulling up wattpad, I perused the notifications I had.

Visualizing all of the comments say 'update plz', I started with another chapter of the book. Seeing that thirty minutes had passed since I had woken up and I was only 1/4 in completing the chapter, I got ready for a new day.

Ever since I was young I had always had these abnormal dreams about people. They were really dark with people in the mafia. People said that dreams reflect a persons her heart or something. I mean my heart isn't dark. When I had first viewed someone getting killed in my dreams when I was five my daddy and mother had to take me to a psychiatrist for months. As I continued to grow and continued to had dreams I had gotten used to it. I mean they were just dreams. When I told my best friend Zoey about those dreams she stated that they were really interesting and I should make them into books on a site called Wattpad.

I did what she had suggested and I was flabbergasted at the many views, comments and votes I got after a period of time. Trust me, I didn't get them on the first click on the publish button, but over time as I continued producing chapters. All of the times it felt like those dreams were real life and I was always petrified.

After I was finished with trying to put my rough, stubborn brown hair in a slack bun, I headed down stands with my phone in my hand. Taking a seat next to my little sister Melinda, I greeted them, "good morning."

"Oh good morning Ana. Ana why do you have your phone once again out at the table." Mother sighed. "Nayana you would be to drawn into that phone to even eat your breakfast. Then you would have so little to eat. When you go to school your brain wouldn't be able to function properly. You get bad grades. The bad grades with affect your gpa, then you wouldn't be able to graduate high school this year, having to repeat." This was my mother's usually attitude, she was a worrier and a rambler. Mother always did this cause and effect it.