Hush 2; Skate Maloley

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  "You know, I can get in here anytime I want. I can come in easily. But, what's the fun in that, huh?" I shook my head, tears running down my cheeks in small rivulets. 

  He showed me my phone, it indicating I was getting an incoming call from Nate. 

  He walked away and I hurriedly ran to my computer, and typed: 

mom, dad, Y/S/N, 

  i love you guys, know that. tell the police the man was tall, about 5'8, had blond hair like a buzz cut and had pale blue eyes, about 28-29 years old. i died fighting. i love you, tell nate i love him too...

  Then, the man was back and he was punching at the glass with a weapon, each time the glass cracking a little more. I shut my eyes, tears coming out in more droplets now. 

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Back to the future (haha get it?? I'll just I'll kms )
  I ran down the hall and into my room, closing the door and pushing the dresser in front of it.

  I looked around trying to find a weapon or a way out.

  I only found my bed, my bathroom, although it had windows, and... And my other window!!

  It led to the woods and as of right now, its my best bet.

  I unlatched the lock and pushed the window open, only to be horrified by the sight of Jazmyn's dead body laying face down on a heater.

  I muffled my scream with my hand and noticed something in her back pocket gleaming in the moonlight.

  It was her phone!! Jazmyn always carries that thing everywhere. It was like her baby.

  I stuck my body out a little further, straining to grab the device that could save my life.

  Out of the corner of my eye I noticed slight movement.

I quickly began to pull myself back in as the shadow moved closer and closer until the figure was engulfed in moonlight and I saw my capturer.

  "You really thought that would work? I mean," he picks up the phone and chucks it farther intro the woods.

  I quickly began to slide my window shut as he reaches out for my, crushing his fingers in the process until he pulls back.

  I lock it and begin to remover the dressed as I start to formulate a plan.

  I need to fight back... I'm a fighter.

 
 
 

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