After I went to my room, I heard a scream.
I went downstairs.
I saw my mother on the ground.
A person in a black hoodie stood up in front of her, with a knife in his hand.
I panicked.
I pushed the person away from her.
I looked him in the face.
There was a mask.
His gaze turned to me.
I could feel his smirk from behind the mask.
"Is this the famous Jennie I've heard so much about?"
Suddenly I was pushed into the man.
"TAKE HER, NOT ME!" My mother yelled, before taking off.
The man laughed.
He took off his mask.
"Dad?!"
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Breathe
General FictionJust take a deep breath. It's all going to be okay. It's alright. Just breathe. Jennie! Don't leave me! Don't you dare die on me! HELP! My friend isn't breathing! I think she overdosed!
