"WHAT ARE YOU DOING." my screams could have been heard from miles away, as Anna jumped on me, making my head hit the cold floor.
I landed with a large thump, as pain made it's way up my spine. "YOU'VE LOST IT, YOU CAN'T LET INSANITY TAKE YOU." I screamed painfully at Anna as she punched me in the jaw, sending my head back.
She was bigger than me, being that I weigh atleast 109 pounds, and I have a small figure, her on the other hand, she's strong, and weighs more like 130 pounds. "GET OFF." I screamed, squirming under her.
"NO, WE'LL GO OUT TOGETHER." A grim smile appeared on her face, making me cringe. "You--" I was cut off by a sharp pain in my stomach, I looked down.
"No." I gasped as the shard of chair stuck out of my stomach, I looked up at Anna who was no longer hovering over me, she had a smile on her face, as if she just did the greatest thing.
Don't think you hear that one much. "Yeah sorry, my bestfriend stabbed me with a chair."
"What have you done?" I asked, I didn't feel much pain, and I wondered why. I've been stabbed straight up.. and I don't feel much pain.
"We'll be free now." She pointed to above.
Almost robotic she walked over to the mirror, she balled her fist up. "NO." I screamed, as she punched it.
Her fist repelled back, as she cussed. Blood poured out of her knuckled.
I tried moving, but that resulted in me feeling agonizing pain. I crumpled up on the floor, holding my head, as blood started to come up from my mouth.
"You're dying." I heard a voice say harshly. My eyes sprang open, but nobody was there but Anna.
"You're dying Brianna." I heard it again, but it sounded like my mom. "NO." I whispered coldly, as Anna grabbed a glass shard and jabbed it into her throat, pulling it harshly across her throat.
She winced in pain, as it dropped out of her hand.
I heard a long echoing sound, before my eyes shut, I was walking in the darkness now, forever?
// A/n sorry that was short.. and abit rushed, I'll probably edit it; this may or may not be the end of Brianna's life. My story isn't going to be typical cx
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Dear Mom - "I've been kidnapped."
Horror"WHATEVER." I screamed harshly, slamming the door shut, "YOU BITCH GET BACK HERE." I heard a muffled scream, followed by glass smashing. I grabbed my purse and jacket that was hanging on the side of the bench, and walked down the road. Kayla Hermon...
