I sat near the gravestones of my family. I try to escape the repeating memories as I fight off my tears from spilling. I would have been able to if it wasn't for these voices repeating in my head keep saying that it's my fault they're dead. It's my fault. It is my fault isn't it? No...yes....no....I don't even know anymore. I escape the flashbacks for now but who knows how long I'm going to be safe for...that was the last thought I had before slipping off into a deep sleep.
-few hours later-
I woke up to the cold rain pounding on my skin. Soon I come to realize that I had fallen asleep by my sisters gravestone. Slowly I stand up and wrap my arms around my body as I shuffle down the path to the gate of the cemetery. I look up to see what seems to be a silhouette of a man. I blink and it disappears as fast as it came. I quicken my pace and once I hit the sidewalk by the street I run, no I sprint down and makes a sharp turn at the four way. I hear the mans footsteps not far behind and I duck into an alley. I quickly hide behind a dumpster. As the mans footsteps run right past my hiding spot and I sit down to slow my heart beat.
"Well well what do we have here?" Said hear a mans voice, it's rough and raspy. I gulp at look around for the owner of the voice.
"Let's get 'er boys" the man told what must of been the others with him. I never knew how my life would get worse. Or even if it could. Obviously my life must just be some type of game...and now it's game over...
~Well guys what do you think? Should I continue? Who do you think the man at the cemetery is? What about the guy in the alley? What do you think will happen to Andi? Tell me what you think! :) See ya in the comments or *maybe* the next chapter! -Amber~
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These Scars
ActionI use to be normal. I use to have that perfect happy family. I wasn't popular but I wasn't an outcast either. I had an older sister who was my best friend. I had the perfect life. Key word, had. Now all I have is these voices. Welcome into the sad...
