Modern Story/My Version

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"Who will think you're pretty now?!"

His words echoed around in my head as I laid on the ground, my face deformed and bleeding. Tears streamed down my cheeks, dripping into my wounds and making them sting.

He walked away, chuckling and discarding the knife by throwing it aside. I stayed on the floor until I was sure he was gone, then got up and grabbed the phone from its charging station. I quickly dialed 110, the police.

I told them what had happened to me, but every word I spoke came with intense pain.

Soon, they arrived and put me in an ambulance, although I was fully conscience and hardly bleeding.

Or so I thought.

Before we had gotten to the hospital, my vision went black before changing to black and white. All the color in the world was gone from my vision.

I looked around, confused, until I looked down and saw a girl lying on a stretcher, CPR being performed on her. Her cheeks were slit and bleeding badly. Suddenly, I realized with horror that the girl was me.

For a moment, I was confused. Then I realized that I - or the me in front of me - was dead. The paramedics sat back after almost two hours of CPR, giving up.

My vision went back to black for a while before once again turning to black and white. This time, the world in front of me was different. I was out of the van, staring into the eyes of a terrified jogger.

My words came out instinctively, but seemed to be blocked by a cloth in front of my mouth. "Do you think I'm pretty?"

"Yes...?" the man said tentatively.

My hands went to my ears, sliding the strings of the mask off of my face and exposing my cuts. He stepped back. "What about now?"

The man's eyes widened. I could hear the lie in his voice. "Yes?"

"Wrong answer!" I yelled, taking out a knife and slitting his mouth, then his throat before everything went black again.

After that, my little "visits" continued forever.

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