Lola's POV
"Lola! Please help me!" She cried. More tears spilled out of my eyes. "Stay with me! Don't look down!" I mopped, referring to her gunshot wound.
"I can't do this Lola..." She whispered." I'm done with the world."
Her eyelinds slowly began to close. "No! Please! No!" I cried. I shook her repeatedly. "Stay with me! I need someone!" I cried into her shoulder. Blue and red lights began flashing.
"Please M-"
"LOLA WAKE UP PLEASE!"
My eyes opened to be greeted by my older sister. "You had it again, didn't you?" she questioned.
I nodded. Her hand cupped my cheek. "Lola, you need to get over this." Her thumb wiped away my tear. "Now get ready for school, I'll be down making breakfast."
I nodded not able to speak after that horrifying dream. She smiled and removed her body from my bed.
She walked out the door and headed downstairs.
I took a deep breath and got up from the bed, I call heaven. I picked out my clothes and began to do my daily routine.
After I was finished I went downstairs.
"Lola! You need to start dressing better!" My sister Hannah smiled. "Oh! Here is breakfast" she handed me a bowl of cereal. "Honey Bears! Your favorite!"
She was always like this when I had "that" dream. Just so, fake.
I grabbed the bowl and ate it quietly.
"Do you want me to take you to school today or do you want me to tak-"
"I'm fine walking, Hannah."
"Well you better go now! You're almost late! I love you!" She smiled.
"Love you too..." I mumbled grabbing my bookbag.
I gave her a hug and headed out the door, knowing my walk will be hell. I continue to walk ignoring the voice in my head.
I began to hear footsteps behind me. Not one pair of shoes. More like six or five.
I started to pick up my pace.
The footsteps behind me faded away. I sighed knowing I was close to dying. Who knows what they could of done.
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