In Ones Good Graces

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The sun that strikes on my skin, giving an comfortable exhorting warmth.

Running freely around, having every flourish scent attack my nostrils, delightfully. Dancing around, with a bright smile.

Hands encasing around my waist from behind, taking me completely off guard.

I felt a blade go through my stomach, slowly and painfully, as I felt it giving me an intense throbbing pain. Pain, I feel nothing but pain, that conceives inside of me, with agony.

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I screamed awake, as I felt sweat run down my forehead and my hands fisting some of the blanket I am currently sleeping on. My whole body trembling, as tears excessively and vaguely run down my face.

It's only a dream.

It's only a dream

It's only a dream.

I keep telling myself. Though more of an nightmare.

I'm too afraid of closing my eyes again. Too afraid that it'll play over again.

The sound of an alarm, coming from my iPhone, that reverberated throughout my room. I've been up all night, lost in my thoughts on my bed. Yes, I'm finally back at my very own apartment and am finally going back to work, after a week, or so.

I get up and turn off the most vexatious and provoking sound, that you can so supposedly wake up from a deep slumber and feel all aggravated afterwards.

I make my way into my shower and turn the water on hot and run my bare hands through my white blonde hair, that plastered on my back, do to wetness.

I squirt some preferable shampoo on my flat palm and then absorbed it thoroughly in my hair. When I am finished, I then wrap a towel around myself and one for my hair.

I make way back to my bedroom and then examined every single clothing that hung or perfectly and neatly placed in my closet.

I decided to go for a light blue cropped long sleeved, high necked top. Black skinny jeans, that showed off some of my stomach. Black boots and a black coat. I know I'm going for all black, though I am adding a black leathered small squared bag.

I walked back into my bathroom for makeup. My makeup simple as it could possibly be. My favorite MAC wine red lipstick and when I'm done I get out from my apartment and lock the door and get out of the building it self, making my way to Austin's Coffee.

The sound of a tolling bell, then boomed undeniably throughout the room and I stood dead in my tracks, kneading my fingers together obnoxiously.

"Elle?" Brat's voice took me off guard, as I skim throughout the room from where the all too recognizable voice came from. When my eyes finally landed on his, I gulp an lump uncomfortably.

"Hi." I say weakly and wave, slowly and haltingly, make my way up to where he's standing.

He slowly makes he's way up to me, as I bit my lips anxiously, as every step I took, the attention is increasing frantically.

When we're only a centimeter apart, he's strong arms encased me in for an embrace. I at first were standing stiff, with my hands turning into fists and my eyes as wide as ever. But the complexity he gave me, calmed my nerves and my hands uncontrolled, then wrapped around him and I soon feel an all too recognizable wet substance rundown my cheeks.