After the fresh air, I gag at the scent of my home. I realise I hadn't been out in weeks. I walk downstairs with a cold bucket of water in my hands. "Good morning, Amanda!" I exclaim as the water bites her soft skin. "Soother?" I ask, before popping one into her mouth. She screams but it lasts less than 3 seconds before she coughs because of her hoarse voice. I laugh. Always happens.
I examine her face with my eyes whilst caressing the outline with my fingertips, gently brushing away the hair stuck to her cheeks. She tries to speak. I silence her. "Amanda. You should know something. You are going to become even more beautiful than you already are." I look into her empty lifeless eyes as she tries to wriggle free to no avail. I slam down my hand. "We could be friends," I smile sweetly, and she nods in reply.
"But you don't really want to be friends, do you? You'd just do anything to stay alive. You're desperate and I can control you." A single tear drops down from her eye.
"What is it?" I question politely.
She coughs and splutters out her words in a mixture of coughs, tears and words: " I want to go home..." she whispers, a voice distant from the one cursing cold callers.
I slap her. "You are home!" I cry tears and tears and punch her repeatedly for about 15 minutes; but it's over in seconds for me.
"Is that understood?" I say, "You are home..." I lean over to her and peck her on the cheek before I leave her crying in despair.
BTW sorry for not uploading I just haven't found the time; so much homework in year 9, honestly. ;)
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The Switch
HorrorOne body; for another... I like teenage girls; dead ones... I also like dolls... I also like to murder... When you hear something strange in your local graveyard, make sure you lock your windows and doors... After all, you wouldn't want to be Switch...
