"Push!" The doctor yelled. "Two more Christal! Push!"
My mind races and I can't think.
I pushed one more time before everything goes black.
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"Hello, Christal." A familiar voice says.
"Who are you and where am I?" I question.
"Oh, silly Christal! You're in the hospital, remember?" He says.
He continues to talk.
"You're baby is right here Christal! Come hold her!" He says cheerful.
There's a baby in a towel. She has brown hair and hazel eyes.
She looks just like me.
The hands holding them look like they're covered in some kind of liquid.
I get up and walk towards the baby.
It's covered in blood.
Mortified, I scream. What sick person would do this.
I look up at the man. He's smirking at me.
I can never forget that face.
That face is who murdered my family.
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I wake up from a bed that's not mine, covered in sweat.
"Holy Shit!" I yell.
"Christal, are you okay?" Some one from downstairs yells.
"Yeah just... never mind" I replied.
"Was it a bad dream or something?"
The voice sounds like it's getting closer.
"Yeah but, I don't want to talk about it much okay." I stutter.
"Alright. Here, I made coffee."
The man walks around the stairs in your view of sight.
It was Frankie.
"Thanks" I say grabbing the warm cup of coffee.
Frank leaned down and kissed my forehead.
"Was it of Him.." Frank asks
I shouldn't tell him. but he's the only person I've got left.
"Yeah..." I mumble.
"Well, I have a friend from high school coming over today! You'll love him" Frank says.
Alright if Frank actually has friends I'm pretty impressed.
"Alright, I'll try to socialize." I manage to choke out.
Frankie sits there just smiling until I think he realizes that I need to get dress and that I'm naked.
"Oh, yeah I'll go" Frankie says.
Without him, I wouldn't even be alive.
He leaves and slams the door.
That's weird he never does tha-
"Sorry! The windows are open that's why!" Frank shouts though the door.
That explans.
I get up and I bed creaks pretty loud. I look outside and see the lake and Frank sitting by it.
It really is beautiful here.
The house is sorta-small. it's outside colors are yellow and white. inside colors are mostly light blue, lime green, and white.
It's a really old house, Frank told me.
I walk across the old cherry oak wood floor boards to get to my dresser.
The dresser is made out of some old cherry wood also.
I open the first shelf and got out a gray tank top with some black shorts.
I didn't even bother to comb my hair. instead, I put it up in a usual bun with my bangs.
I look around for some shoes but I don't have any. I don't wear shoes mostly because I don't need to.
I look outside and see Frank skips some rocks against the lake. He looks to the right and waves.
Ever since Frankie let me live here, he's never invited anyone to come over.
A figure starts walking forwards him.
He must be here.
