Two updates in one day? I must be in a good mood!
I woke up in a cold sweat, the room smelled like fire. I started coughing there was a fire the wall was a blaze. I ran out of the bed banging my hands on the wall. No one came, I needed to put the fire, I closed my eyes. Rain began to poor just as the fire died out the door swung open.
Dillon ran in and pulled me into his chest. I was to scared to move, I never started a fire unintentionally. Rain yes, but never fire. Fire meant I was angry in truth I was scared in my dream, not mad.
"It's okay." Dillon said. "Let's get you out of this room."
"Fire, wasn't me." I muttered, my whole body shaking. Dillon picked me up, I started to hyperventilate.
"Alaska please tell what's happening."
"Luke, Mom and Dad? Where are they?" I asked a slight shudder in my words.
"What about your parents?" I shoved myself out of his arms. I tried to run but I met by a dead end. I curled up into a shaking little ball of fear. Dillon walked towards me.
"Stay away from me!" I yelled. Dillon got down so he was on his knees.
"Alaska you need to talk to me!" No I didn't. The fire, the fire. I sounded crazy, I was acting crazy, for all I knew I was crazy. I burned them alive. I had to I mean if there was fire here, Luke and my parents. I shakily ran my hands threw my hair.
"Dillon, my parents and Luke there in trouble." I muttered.
"What kind of trouble?" He asked he leaned forward I shook my head.
"Which's, they're here for me," I mumbled. "They have Luke and my parents." I said tears running down my cheeks.
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Partially Rejected
WerewolfHello, this story is not good. It was written by a depressed young tween who didn't understand what an abusive relationship is. I'm only keeping it up because it's my only completed book. Take everything a grain of salt. (It's cringey) So good luck...