Chapter Six: Struck

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My face grew red and my eyes screamed "Help me!", I didn't know what to do and i felt so damn stupid. Then he shoved his body to mine, my body tense in his sudden actions. He put his left hand on my hot, red right cheek and said something I didn't expect. "Gotcha!"

My face sank into dissapointment and i felt so stupid. He suddenly stopped smiling and noticed the look i was giving him. I shoved him away. "You did that on purpose! It was all a prank.." I blurted, upset. He gave me a concerned, confused face and i sneered at him.

"What are you talking about?!" He said, his voice rising a bit and his face hurt from my sudden outburst. I felt instant guilt and ran out of the room. "Where are you going! Come back please!" His voice echoed in the depths of my brain as i grabbed all my stuff and went to the front door. I felt a bit tricked but mostly a ton of horrible guilt filling the air around me.

I swung the front door open and he stood in the entry of the kitchen and i looked back and ran for it, not even shutting the door. He yelled my name and it echoed in my ears, thumping against my easr drums filling me with even more guilt. I ran out, going as fast as i could.

The street all the sudden got very bright and i went numb. I felt something hit me and hit me hard. I could feel bones breaking like pencils and blood filling my mouth like a horrble tangy drink that the taste never went away. Screaming rang in my ears and i was unable to see. Then i heard his voice off in the distance screaming something I never thought I'd hear.

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