About eight years ago, my mother beat me til I bled and told me to pack my bags.
Ever since that day she free'd me, at least that's what she made me think.
On a bright early morning, my eyes open wide to the sound of my dog Frankie.
" shut up" I shout. He barks louder and louder but soon begins to whine. " Frankie? Are
you okay?" A lump in my throat began to form and my warm, salty tears slide down my
Cheeks. I grab a knife from under my pillow and got out of bed. Loud bangs came from
Under me and my aunt screamed. Her scream echoed through out the house. Panic filled
My stomach, My hands started to sweat and my vision became blurry.
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Hey guys I hope you liked the first part! If you did plz comment below if you want me to keep going, my other story is on hold right now but I'll get back to that one too. Thank you so much for reading. ~ Jada
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Paiges Nightmare
HorrorIf one does not face their fears, that fear will never go away
