The car ride there was extremely long. Eventually, we pull up a dirt road to see an almost collapsed house. There are about ten kids out front. Nine of the ten I didn't recognize, but there was one that stood out to me. "Maya," I said. We pulled up in front of the house and immediately got out. We rushed over to Maya, she looked at us and she instantly ran over to us.
We all hugged it out and got in the car, while my mom and Maya's dad were just beaming with excitement. I looked at Maya, she had short red hair and was wearing overalls. Everything about her looked the same, but then I looked at her arms. It had faded scars all over them. One seemed recent, but the others looked old. I didn't want to ask her now since she seemed so happy. Looking back I remember the other kids having scars as well. "Maya and The Scarred Kids" I whispered to myself. I looked at Maya. "It's good to see you again," I say to her. She nods and looks out the window. We both drifted off to sleep. I couldn't tell what would happen next, but I hoped for the best.
When I got home Maya and I said goodbye, and I went inside. I went up to my room and laid on my bed. For the first time in years, I felt content.
That night while I was sleeping I had a nightmare, but it felt extremely real. I was in a dark cellar, there was a pool of blood on the floor surrounding me. I looked down at my arms and there were multiple cuts on them. I was tied to a chair, and someone else was there too. He was a towering, pitch black figure, looming over me, using his sharp fingers to cut me open. I screamed and fought, but I couldn't escape the inevitable. He stuck his finger through my skull, and everything went black. When I awoke from the nightmare, I could still see him sitting on a chair in my room. Watching me, and waiting to attack
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Faded Scars
General FictionPheonix, a fourteen-year-old boy, struggles to be socially active at school. Whilst also having to deal with his family at home. Finds his friend who was lost 5 years ago, but when most things start to crumble, he'll always have his friend...
