Sickness Kills.

Awoken.

"Wake up" I heard a voice say.

"Where am I?"

Everything was blurry.

It wasn't Jordan, the dreamy boy figure. But it was someone else.

A mysterious man was in front of me.

"Get up!"

It was Jamie's, physco father. "Don't hurt me." "I said get up!"

Jamie's dad had just gotten out of jail && he was a registered sex offender. Why does he still have the ability to see Jamie? He grabbed me and i tried to grab the mase I had in my back pocket, but it wasn't there. Jamie's father was a huge 6ft 7 man, black eyes, muscles and, bald. "What do you want?" I could tell he was drunk because every time he would speak and I would breathe in the smell of alcohol and it almost killed me. "Let's go." "Go where?"

"Don't ask me questions, just come on before I kill you right now."

I froze ; "Where's Jamie?"

"I said stop asking questions before I kill you."

"Mhmk, kill me Mr.Toughguy." I probably shouldn't have said that because after I said that my hair began falling out and not because of earlier when it suspiciously fell out it was because he was dragging me out the back door to his car. "HELP! HELP ME!"

"Shutup!" As I laid there on the cold cement floor I took a deep breathe knowing that was going to be the day I die. I thought about all the events that occurred, the nice life I had the nice friends I had. How I took everything for granitic and now it's going to come to an end. What is going to happen I thought. Why would anyone want to do this to me?