My heart beats rapidly as I tear through the dark and gloomy forest, frost nipping at my ankles. My breath clouds before me, dissolving as it hits my face. Eight sharp claws dig into my back. I fall to the ground my face scraping the lakes icy surface, my hands sliding over the sharp, frozen, stones. Eight Sharp claws flip me over until I'm facing the glowing yellow eyes of the one thing my mother said to avoid before she died,
"don't get attacked by the-"
four of the eight large claws sweep over my face, blood comes cascading into my eyes. It hangs its gashed neck over my mouth, blood dripping down my throat. And then suddenly, it leaves. As quickly as a rabbit. I lie on the ground, covered in blood. I curl up into a ball and wait for death to greet me. As pain overrides my conciousness I slowly slip away, the last thing I see was a beam of light crossing my body.
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This Means War
Teen FictionSamantha is an outcast, her mother's dead and her father doesn't want her anymore. Her only friend is acting strange. Sam notices a pair of weird yellow eyes outside her house. When she finds out a shocking secret will she be able to handle it?
