Hyperventilating is not good. Especially when the man, no the monster who killed your mom is staring at you. "D-Dont hurt me p-please" I say with short breaths. panting trying to overcome my attack on my own. He smiles coyly and speaks in a monotone voice,"Oh I bet your precious father would be looking all over for you." At the end of his sentence his words where dripping with sarcasm but a tad of venom was leaking out as well. My breath finally got even and when it did I ran as fast as I could. I thought I made it to where I could stop running when a calloused hand grabed my wrist in an iron grip. I take my gaze off my the hand that may I add is holding on to mine for dear life. bringing the same penetrating stare to my dad.
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The Nightmare
Non-FictionA girl who has nightmares almost all the time, but what happens when all her nightmares come true. Even ones she doesn't dream about.
