Nikki's P.O.V
After having my face in my bed for a while, I get up and sit next to Nick. We stare at each other for awhile. Him looking at me with a big smile on his face and me looking at him, my face still stuck in shock mode. I reach out a finger and poke him, then I do it again saying," poke, poke, poke, pok-ahaaaaa!" Nick tackles me back down on my bed and tickles my stomach. I laugh like a physco maniac. Out of breath I say," enough, enough, I have to go eat breakfast". He chuckles and gets up off of me, helping me stand up. He lets go of my hand and says," Oh, before I forget, your the only person who can see me".I stare at him for a long time before poking him again and say," are you sure your not a figment of my imagination?". Laughing, he shakes his head no. Dressed in my pajamas top and bottoms, I open my bedroom door and walk downstairs. When I reach the bottom step, I stop. Soft, muffled crying reaches my ears. It's coming from the kitchen. I walk into the kitchen and there's my Mom, hand over her mouth, crying. She sees me and beckons me over to her. I walk towards her, but I remain standing. My mom removes her hand from her mouth, takes a shaky deep breath and says, " Nikki, I have some news, it's about one of your classmates, Madison" Madison?, her? What, did she sprain her ankle walking in high heels. A mental image appears in my head, and I bite my lip to keep from laughing out loud. I look at my mom and with a bored tone say," yeah? what about her?". I look at my Mom. She looks takes a deep breath, grabs my hand and says," honey, she, she's dead". Whoosh! It feels like the air's been sucked out of me. Madison? Dead? A victim?. I vaguely hear my Mom saying something about the seriel killer that's been going around town, that the police can't find any connection to the three victims. and that I should lock the doors when they're out or call Shane. But the only thing I focus on is Madison. I didn't like her, but I didn't want her to die either. My mom squeezes my hand, but I can't feel it. Feeling numb, I walk out of the kitchen and up the stairs. My body may be numb but my thoughts aren't:Should I be happy she's dead, because now that she's gone, she won't torment me anymore? Should I be sad because even though she bullied me, she was still a classmate? Still a person I saw when I walked the halls? Or should I be scared, because someone my age was a victim of, of murder?. I make it to my door, I put my hand on the doorknob and enter my room. I can feel Nick's gaze on me as I walk to my bed, calmly lay down and cry my eyes out.
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BlackOuts
Mistério / SuspenseI wake up on my living room couch feeling dazed. I sit up and look down at my clothes. They're covered with grime and dirt, there's also a sort of woods smell. A pounding headache makes it's way to my forehead so hard I wince. I bring my left hand t...
