{skylars pov}
i let out another sick scream. my heart was about too explode. the doctor asked me what was wrong. "take a fucking look at that window"
"theres nothing their". said the doctor. "Luke! do you see it?"
"i dont see anything except outside. what is it?"
" i cant tell you, you might get kinda scared..."
"hit me" said luke
i told him the whole story from the part where my family is cursed too now.
he had no idea how too respond too that whole explanation.
"i know it sounds crazy" i said. "but its the truth. i promise."
"this is crazy!" screamed luke
"it sounds so un-believable, but i trust you."
i was so happy that he trusted me so well.
i relooked the window, the writing was gone.
i was starting to calm down. thinking about ny life how it used to be before i woke up this morning
"GRR THIS IS MY CRAZY ASS MOMS FAULT! SHES THE ONE WHO BUSTED DAD OUT OF JAIL!!!" i screamed, well, so loud all the doctors and patients heard me.
then i though back, trying to remember exactly what happened to my mom.
then i remembered that dad cut her throat with that piece of glass!
it was all flooding back to me, like flash backs.
i was starting to get a head ache.
"GOD. i wish this never
happened and that my family never made that agreement and that i would have a normal life!"
*a few weeks later*
i woke up at around 9 am and a doctor walked into my room. "your waist should be fine now. you are able to go home today if you like."
i was thinking in my head, FREEDOM!!!
i got out of bed and pulled the cords out of my wrist and ran as fast as i could.
just to find myself lying on the hospital hall.
god, it was such a bad idea to run, now my waist hurts more than ever. doctors came to me surrounding me trying to assist me, but i pushed them out of my way and kept on running.
yeah, it hurt, but i just want to go home. thankgod the front door was unlocked. i rushed inside, and in the middle of my living room was a huge blood puddle.
it must have been my moms. i bust into tears and fell to my knees. but i knew i had to stay strong.
i got back up and watched TV. the news was on. OMG. its about my dad! they even filmed me looking dead on the hospital bed. im freakin starving, hospital food is so shitty.
great, theirs barely any freakin food in here! im just gonna microwave some pizza from last night.
thinking of microwave, how am i gonna pay for the bills ?!
i heard someone knock on the door.
i suddenly went cold. i had no idea who it was, i have gone through enough today.
i opened it slowly, but i grabbed a knife, just too make sure it wasnt my crazy dad.
