“Believe only half of what you see and nothing that you hear.” ― Edgar Allan Poe
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This isn't ment ot be a sob story. This ment to show you what she does, and what she'll keep doing. I remeber the day things started happeneing. My hand brushed the pasty skin of a fat pink pig squeling for it's morning slob. Dumping the last of it into the pen, I moved onto the horses. Crimson was acting up, his dark huffs scraped againstest the wooden stall as he kicked. Just in time I pulled his reighns down, preventing a hole in the mahgony stall. I watched his tense muscles settle as I stroked his neck. My mind wandered to the ceilingmaybe an owls return flustered him, but it seemed to late in the morning for it to be returning to its nest now. I came to a conclusion, it must be a bug that crawled on his back. Running my hands through his dark main I grabbed my bag and headed down the road. Cutting through the woods and into Mr.Bigusus' yard I stayed to the side making sure I didn't wake his dogs. I heard a crack behind me. Turning a round I saw nothing but silence. Spinning i felt something scrape me, retainig from shoutting in pain I looked at my arm. On the back side of my arm a dark red taer fell were I was cut. Faster I ran to the road. Staying towards the middle I mademy way to brick building I called school. My school day went the same way it had for the past 9 years. Staring at the clock I waited for the small hand to hit 3 O'Clock I ran my pale finger down my healing cut. It was so odd , the unkown. But the unknown always becomes known . I stopped creating situations and focused on my teacher. Being dissmissed I decided to stay away from the woods and took the road straight to home. My long hair ripped down, causing me to moan. Yet again nothing. Maybe I was just be being paranoid. I jogged home, I was starting to scare myself. Jumping up the back steps I swung open the screen door. Of course I find a note, 'Grandpa's going to the market in CharleVille (the town next to us). He'll be home after school tomorow. I'll be home thursday around eight. I'll call you when my plain leaves. ' Home alone for the night, this was not helping my nerves. Ontop of it all tomroow was my parents death day. Attempting to calm myself down i grabbed Scarlett and read sprawled out on the hay left on the loft of the barn. With sun shadowing down upon the tanned pages of my book , I decided to head back inside, after all I did have school tomroow. Flipping on the light I thew my pola dot pajamas across the tilled floor , and watched my half pony tail turn into crashing curls in the mirror. Turning on my radio , I pulled intena up and the Toby Keith came on. The good part about living on a farm is that if u sing or dance, nobody will see you or hear you. Swinging the foset on i dipped my feet into the warm water waiting for it to fill the bath tub. Sliding into the water i stated to sing with Lady Antibellium 'Hello World, How ya been !' . Closing my eyes I started to feel a little dizzy. The world seemed to go dark attempting to open mye eys i felt soemthing smear on my arm when I moved it looking down I found my nightmare. My head went under, sending my body into shock. The dark red spread through the water like a diseas, it filled my nose . Thrashing I hit my arm sending pain throught my body. The hands releaved me as I came up gasping for breath , and screaming! Jumping up I slipped knocking my nose on the edge of the tub, more blood flowed in. Falling out of the side she grabbed a towel off the rack, smashing onto the floor. She fell back crying against the the door. What was once there was gona. Checking my arms there was nothing but the my cut from the woods, my legsnothing but a bug bite. In the mirror I checked my back, nothing. Studying my reflection the radio went on . Whipping my head to the side the tub as water. No blood, just water. I must of dreamed it I thought. Flashing to the mirror I saw her.
