I stopped dead in my tracks, and fell to my knees. I cradled my head in my knees, and began to scream. Except no sound came out. I felt such an emotion flow out. I couldn't describe what it was, but let's just call it "my best friend just died". Alana's parents (who were standing right next to the stretcher with a once white sheet drenched red on top of it.) They ran strait to me. They always treated me like a family, more that my biological family did. Her mom's lovely, flowing blouse was also splattered with blood. She sat next to me and squeezed me. Hard. I felt some of my pain fade into her, and hers sink into me.
"Help." I managed to croak out, my throat feeling parched. She didn't budge. Instead, her husband squatted down right next to us and hugged us both.
"Help."
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HorrorEveryone is afraid of something. For some it's spiders. For others it's the dark. For me, it's it. The one who is outside my window. The one who watches me while I sleep. He's always there, watching, waiting, but for what? My friends don't believe m...
