Nevaeh once again tried to forget about what she saw. She still wasn't sure if it's her imagination or not. "I know what I saw. And it was real" She kept thinking to herself. She was looking for her friends. "Where are they?" she asked aloud.
NEVAEH'S POV
I walked toward the bathroom again. Nothing. I turned around and BAM I was hit. Not only was I hit, but I was knocked out. I thought to myself "could it have been the person I kept seeing that seemed to have followed us?" Now I only knew it was a person I know it wasn't some creature from somewhere far far away. In an instant I woke up. The person splashed water on my face. "Wh- where the heck am I".
I wasn't in the mall anymore. I was far away from there. I was chained in a chair strapped down. I couldn't move. "What kind of sick twisted prank are you playing?" I yelled in fear. "Relax dear." Said a deep voice, now I know it's a man. Now the only question is who. "Nevaeh, this here is no prank, this is my way of getting even." He said. He had on a black and white mask, and it looked like it was some sort of x-ray mask. "H- how do you know my name?" I stuttered. The man replied, "I got some answers from your "friends". I figured I wasn't going to get any answers from you." I was shaking more than more that a baby laying in the snow. Then asked, "Wh- what do you mean getting even? Getting even for what? I did nothing to you. I don't even know you?" "You don't know who I am behind this mask, so you have no clue if you know me or not.
"Wh- where are my friends?" I asked. "Oh them, they are not your friends." He stated with a grin on his face. "They are my friends we've been friends since the fifth grade." I replied with evil in my voice. "Yeah, that's exactly what we wanted you to think. We've all known each other since fifth grade and since fifth grade me, Jacki, and Jayla have been planning on how to get back at you." Said the boy. He was definately not a man because he said we known each other since fifth grade, so we must be the same age. "Get back at me for what?" The boy slowly removed his mask. It was Jacob. I did know him since fifth grade.
JACOB'S POV
When I removed my mask I knew she knew who I was, so I said, "Nevaeh here's what your going to do, one I know you recongnize me, so your going to stop acting like you don't know who the heck I am. Two, you WILL stop asking all these questions that are uncalled for. Three you will stop talking unless I ask you a question." "Got it" I asked her almost yelling to the top of my lungs. She then replied "sure." That wasn't a good enough answer for me so naturally I sruck. BAM I slapped her. I had to ask her again because the minute she screwed up she'd regret it. "Got it yes or no?" I yelled. "Uh y-yes" she stuttered. "Now do you wish to see Jacki and Jayla? It took a minute for her to reply but when she did she replied "please."
NEVAEH'S POV
If what Jacob said was true about them not really being my friends I really didn't want to see their faces again, but I had to talk to them. Moments after Jacob had left to get them Jacki and Jayla both walked in through the door. "Hello Nevaeh" said Jacki. "Is it true Jacki" I asked crying more than I ever had before. "What" she asked as if she didn't know what I was talking about. "Don't act like you don't know, because I do. What did I ever do to yall?" I quickly snapped. She then replied "yes it is true, and each of us are here to get back at you for how you've been treating us from fifth grade to now." "Jayla too?" I asked in shock."DUH you haven't been treating me the best way either." Jayla said as if it was obvious. Jacki then stated "each of us have a event in mind in which you treated us like crap."
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Mystery / ThrillerThis story is about 3 eighteen year old girls who take a trip to the mall not knowing that they're being followed by something or someone unrevealed.