I waked back to my dorm room to find Rose waiting for me. She helped me into bed to rest. I closed my eyes to take a nap. As soon as I closed my eyes I felt the fire like grip of the creature on my leg. I felt the cold blanket of water wrapped around me. I heard rustling. Then footsteps. I woke up suddenly thinking it was a dream. But the footsteps continued. Walking around and around my bed. But I couldn't see anything. So what was it? I remembered the fire grip on my leg. I ripped off the covers to see my leg had been burnt crisp. I could see the charcoaled bone and my fried ligaments. But I wasn't in pain. I was so shaken up I didn't know what to do. I called for Rose. She didn't come.
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The Last Breath
Ficção AdolescenteHave you ever felt like the world is spinning and there's nothing you can do to stop it? That your life is flying before your eyes but it feels like you're not even there? That's my every day life. I'm an average girl who has a terrible secret. It h...
