Scars of the Past

Chapter Eight

I was running, he was chasing me. I ran as fast as I could but unfortunately my foot betrayed me as I tripped and fell on my knees on the ground.

Then I saw him, the man with the sword. I had no idea of who he was or what he wanted but as he lifted the sword above my head, I felt as if I recognized him, like I knew him.

And then he swung and my head was separated from my body.

I jolted awake, shaking. I wish I could say that it was just a nightmare, but I felt as if it was telling me something. I looked around my surroundings and sighed.

I was already living a nightmare. I sat up and dusted myself off just as the door to the basement opened. And there, the devil himself, stood motioning to me to get upstairs.

I followed and prepared myself for the "lecture" to come.

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The bell rung signaling the start of class. I was late, again. I opened the door to my English class and made my way to my seat, while everyone's eyes were on me.

I looked at the teacher who gave me a death glare and then went back to teaching some boring lesson.