PAISLEY
"Please! My mom's still in there! No please just let her live. Please I need her. Please just–don't kill her!" I beg.
"I'm so sorry about your mother but I should've finished the job by killing you, you whiny ass bitch!" A hooded man screams at me while I lay on the cement, weak and helpless.
"Kill me then. Just do it."
He smirks arrogantly at me as he raises his gun to my head. I close my eyes and wait for the blow as I hear the sound of a tick from the safety being turned off. I wait for the deafening noise to ring in my ears and the first few seconds of the painless feeling to surface when the adrenaline kicks in. I seal my eyes shut and wait for my long awaited death, before the anticipation kills me first. I can almost hear the faint sound of his finger pulling the trigger torturously slow. I clench my fists tightly; so tight that my nails were digging into my palm, silently eager and fearful.
Just shoot me already. Kill me. Please.
And finally, a loud bang resounded in my ears as darkness captivates me, slowly dragging me into a dark bliss; burning me to ashes.
"Paisley!" A distant voice calls out to me.
"Paisley!" The same voice calls out to me again, only louder.
The voice repeatedly calls out to me, each call getting louder than the previous one.
Suddenly I feel hands on me, shaking me vigorously. I'm instantly greeted with a weak, but bright, orange light; the kind of light that you'd only be able to see, if the sunlight were to be shining down upon your closed eyes.
"Paisley! Wake up!" I could hear my grandmother's frantic screams while she continues to shake my shoulders.
I instantly jolt awake and sit upright, my breathing unsteady. I could feel the sweat trickling down my spine and my shirt soaked with it, along with my hair. My heart is beating rapidly while I gasp for air continuously, trying my best to breathe in a normal pace.
"Paisley just breathe," my grandmother cooed as she pats my back repeatedly.
I inhale and exhale three deep breaths with the help of my grandmother, who is gesturing me to copy her breathing. I slowly regained normality as I continue to breathe in and out slowly.
"Paisley it was just a dream. You're okay now, just breathe," she reassures me.
I breathe in one more whiff of fresh air and exhale slowly. I turn to my grandmother who has a worried expression plastered across her face as she watches me expectantly.
"It was no dream. It was a nightmare," I deadpan.
Her eyes instantly held an unknown emotion, making sure not to give anything away. What was clear though, was the constant sympathetic look she gave me on a daily basis. A look that I was so familiar with, on many different faces.
"Never mind," I shake my head and give her a weak smile. "You're right, it's nothing—nothing at all."
She smiles at me and hugs me tightly. "Well alright then, you should get ready for school now," she tells me, relief overt in her tone.
I nod in response and smile once more. She leaves my room briskly and closes the door gently on her way out. I let my body go loose and fall freely onto my mattress.
I glance at the clock and realize that it's eight o'clock. I immediately sit up right and panic, with alerting thoughts roaming around my head.
Shit. I'm going to be late! Jake is going to kill me– wait a second– Jake; I think to myself as I recap all my memories from last night. How on earth did I end up in my bed? He didn't... carry me to bed, did he? Oh god what if he did something—no he would never, but I barely even know him. I brush my hair with my fingers as I writhe in suppressed fear. But I'm still in my clothes right? That's a good sign at least.
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Wasted Time
Teen Fiction"You're dying," he says, "You have at least 4 months." I know I'm supposed to be sad or cry but instead I say, "Oh cool." Paisley Archer is dying from cancer. She has four months to do all the things in life she hasn't done. But four months la...
