It wasn't like any other day, can't it just be normal?I had questions. Even though it said not to question it, I did anyway. No regrets.
My hand slipped in Aniyah's waist as I blushed while walking home. I'm pretty sure things were happening in the outside world, too. Why *Is* this happening? I'm just so curious.
As I walked outside, everyone else walked inside. I spotted someone, I didn't know who it was. They were staring at me, I didn't know what to do. It pulled out a gun and pointed it at me. I shivered, what exactly was going on. I closed my eyes. I know I'd hear the one sound that I'd think I'd hear. Something drizzled down my arm, as I heard a lout noise. I fell to the ground, loosing my grip. I slowly opened my eyes, looked at my arm, in pain.
"I... It..Shot..Me.."
Blood was scattered on my sleeve. Luckily, I've been shot before, somehow not dying. I took off my hoodie and wrapped it on my arm. It stung, the fabric was through the small hole in my arm. I sighed and walked in the house.
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Living a Nightmare
HorrorNightmares feel like a hell you're living in. What if you lived one? Would you think you'd survive it? Maybe.. There's mercy, maybe.. There isn't.
