[This chapter is dedicated to AlexaDell ! Thanks for helping me!]
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~{Christina's POV}
I slowly opened my eyes, adjusting them to the darkness. Sitting up, I felt a sharp pain shooting through my lower back. My hand flung back and I winced in pain as I applied pressure to my injury. To my surprise, I felt my palm become wet along with the back of my shirt. I looked at my hand to find it covered in blood. Suddenly I felt an excruciatingly sharp pain through my back and collapsed back down onto the dirt.
The wound in my back throbbed constantly as I held it to stop the bleeding and I stood up.
Then- WHOOSH - a knife barely misses my face. Who is that? I thought as another stab went right for my neck. I quickly blocked the swing with my arm and used all my strength to push the person off me. I had been recently taking martial arts lessons so I knew some self defense. Luckily I was able to block the knife that time, but I was not as lucky the next.
I breathed in sharply as the knife pierced my abdomen. Then standing there, frozen in place, looking me right in the eyes was a boy, not much older than me, wearing a dark cloak with a hood covering half of his face. I felt the knife slowly pull out of my gut as I fell to my knees. What just happened? I lay there in the dirt staring up at the trees, unable to move, drawing in breaths only to cause more pain. I couldn't touch my wound. It hurt too much. So I knew I'd bleed out. I shivered uncomfortably, wishing for warmth. I was not sure how much time had passed, but I was quickly losing blood. Am I dying? I thought. This is how I go: murdered. Alone. Lost. This is how I end my story. Why now? Why like this? People say that your life flashes before your eyes. I can tell you that's true. I saw my family, "Mom...Dad," I called for them out loud. My friends, "Danny... Hanna... Carson... Aliyah- Aliyah, happy birthday. I-I'm so sorry," I couldn't hold back my tears as I began bawling causing myself even more pain. No. Please.
As I drew my last breaths, I heard something. Like someone was saying my name. It grew louder and louder.
"Christina?!"
"Chrissy, where are you?"
"Is that?- CHRISTINA!"
I felt a hand underneath my head. I'm not alone. I used my last bursts of energy to crack a smile before drawing in one last breath.
Goodbye.
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Truth or Dare Nightmare
HorrorIt is Aliyah's birthday. She and her friends are playing truth or dare late in the evening. When it's Aliyah's turn, she and her friends all select dare. While they are completing their task, things take a horrible turn for the worst, plummeting Ali...
