𝒜𝓊𝒹𝓇𝑒𝓎 𝒥𝑒𝓃𝓈𝑒𝓃 ~ Be Afraid

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You snapped your head up and looked around the classroom. It was empty and dark, the only light being from random lights outside that shined through the windows. You kept your breathing steady as the classroom door slowly opened the hallway just as dark as the classroom. You slowly stood up from the seat and made your way to the door opening it the rest of the way. You peaked your head into the hallway and looked down each way before taking a step out into it.

You recognized these hallways. They're the hallways at Beacon Hills High, your old high school where you used to go before you moved. You walked further into the hall and saw the double doors at the end of it. You started to walk down the hall. Shivers went down your spine each time your bare feet came into contact with the cold tile floor.

You let out a sigh which became a white mist in front of you since the air was so cold. Wrapping  your arms around yourself hoping it would bring you slight warmth. The double doors at the end of the hallway was what you were making your way towards but stopped in your tracks when you heard the sound of a knife being scrapped against the lockers.

You didn't bother to turn around you just took off into a sprint to the doors running into them. Before you could push them open you were forcefully turned around and Kieran grabbed you by your neck, slamming you into the beam that was between the doors.

You gripped his wrist and dug your nails in but it didn't seem to bother him. The knife was put up to your chin all while you could feel your air flow being restricted as he tightened his grip.

Those eyes. They were filled with pure hatred towards you. "This isn't real" you struggled to say, you looked right at Kieran "this isn't real and I'm not afraid of you"

His jaw clenched and he pulled you off the wall only to throw you into the doors, making you go outside. You squeezed your eyes shut preparing for impact onto concrete but instead you felt as if you were falling and you were. It was as if you had been thrown off a cliff waiting for what was down below.

You hit the water with an impact that probably hurt worse than falling into concrete. You felt as if you had went numb for a second before realizing you were drowning.

Your lungs felt like they were going to collapse and no matter how hard you tried to swim to the surface there didn't seem to be a surface. It was as if something was preventing you from moving forward. You wiggled around and tried to hold the little bit of air you had left in your lungs but you started to choke on water and had no more air left.

Your head felt as if it were about to explode and your whole body burned. The urge to scream for help grew more and more but you knew you couldn't.

It's not real. It's not real. It's not real.

You repeated that over and over in your head

But what if it is?

Just as you felt like giving up with the little bit of strength left you pushed up and you felt the cold air hit your face causing you to take in a deep breath.

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Your entire body shot up in bed and you gasped for more air even though you knew you weren't actually drowning. Your chest quickly moving up and down you looked around your room and to the clock on your nightstand 2:53 am it read.

Audrey had given you, well more like stole, one of Audrey's hoodies. It was just a plain black hoodie but it was her favorite plain black hoodie. With your shaking hands you grabbed it off the floor and laid back down cuddling it close to your chest. It still smelled like Audrey and she didn't even mind anymore that you had it.

Nights like these you wished Audrey was there to make you feel better but at the same time you were grateful she wasn't there to see you like that. Funny thing is, you're supposed to be one of the strongest people in the group. But in reality you were probably one of the weakest. You just hid it very well.

You gripped onto the hoodie tightly and closed your eyes "I love you Audrey Jensen"