The knife glittered on the counter from the light streaming through the kitchen window. It's ragged edge called to a deeper part of me that I didn't understand. But I longed to pick it up, feel power between my fingers. But I was not the one who picked the knife up... and brought it crashing back down.
"Jayn, you can't do this!" I cried as he stalks closer to me.
"Oh, but i can." He says, as I slunk to the ground, hands around my knees.
The last thing i remember from that day was that sharp blade, piercing through my skin.
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Knives aren't for kids
Mystery / ThrillerWhen Julia has a dream of her 10 year old brother murdering her, she gets worried. Everything at school isn't as she planned either, and her entire day gets ruined. Will her dream be real, or is she just being paranoid?
