I woke up to the sound of scratching. Horrible, incredibly loud scratching. At one point I thought my ears where going to bleed. I couldn't open my eyes. Now to think about it, I couldn't move anything! What's wrong with my body? I tried screaming. Nothing came out. I must be in a coma. The thought of being in a coma and not be able to move for god knows when is scary, no scratch that, past terrifying! Then, all the memories came rushing back. Me leaving Taco Bell, seeing that black thing, and then poof , I'm here. Surrounded by blackness.
I quickly realized that the scratching noise became louder. I wasn't joking when I said my ears were on the edge of bleeding. I couldn't take the noise any longer, so with all my strength I tried to move my body. The only thing I got in return was one of my eyes opening. Wait. My eye! It's open! Jasmine one, coma thing blackness zero. Woho! Still, I couldn't see anything but black. Lord I hate the dark. I realized that footsteps replaced the scratching noise. Each second was lasting longer, like a video playing in slow motion. You know when you get a feeling that something's so close to you? I'm feeling that. What made it even scarier was that I couldn't see! Panic started to make its way to my body. My whole body was shaking madly, like I was a toy being shacked by a four year old girl screaming at the poor toy that did something bad. But the thing is, i didn't do anything. A sharp, almost knife like object made contact with my soft olive skin. I tried screaming. Nothing. Kicking. Nothing.
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I jerk up from my bed. Was that a dream? It didn't feel like one. It felt to real.
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Well? Mhmmmm? AHHH okay lmao GOTTA BLAST * runs and trips * WOO!
