"What are you doing?!" I asked Marc, and when he didn't reply, I asked him again, " WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"
"I'm going to help you sleep..." He said, before stabbing the long needle harshly into my left arm. All I remembered, was screaming, and then drifting off into a deep, fearful sleep.
I woke up by someone shaking my shoulder. I forced my eyes to open, and when they did, I was so frightened...
"WHAT...ARE...YOU...DOING?!" I screamed to Marc. He had a knife in his hand, a knife you would use to cut meat, aiming for my wrist...
"Marc...please, what have I done wrong?" I asked him, shivering.
"Everything..." He said, before slamming the knife down into my wrist. A huge pain shot through my arm, and I screamed. I looked down at my separated wrist and my arm. There was lots of blood. It was starting to create a big puddle and was dripping into the already-bloodstained, rotten, wood floor. The floor didn't look safe, it looked like it was going to break any minute.
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Daisy
HorrorThis is a horror story about a teenager called Daisy. She is very poor, and lives a sad life, but one day, something crazy happens that will change her life forever...
