I was dreaming. I knew I was dreaming because before this I was hugging my pillow eating the most delightful chocolate ice cream imaginable, now I was alone. No pillow, no chocolate just me in a small confined dark room. Although I knew this was a dream, my body didn't. I sweated through my black shirt, my senses were wide awake. I could hear water dripping from a nearby leak in the ceiling, I could smell the rustiness that hung in the air it stung my nose. I could taste that same rustiness. I tried lifting my hand to my bleeding mouth but it was restrained behind me just like my other hand. I had been tied to a chair.
I started to panic, everything felt too real. "Help!" I called out. My lungs burnt, like I had been held under water this whole time.
This is a dream. This is a dream. Then why does everything feel real?
The door a few inches away from me creaked open, the light that gained access to the room blinded me and I automatically shut my eyes.
"Arabella?" The voice sent a frightening shiver down my spine.
My lips trembled but I forced words to leave my mouth, "Who are you?" I asked. My voice wavered but I held my strong tone.
"You don't recognize your own father?" He laughed, it sent goosebumps along my arms.
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The Grim Reaper's Daughter
Teen FictionArabella Mortem, daughter of the darkest Shadow and also the most powerful teenager of her age. Although Arabella acts cruel and evil, she's not she's just never been loved and doesn't know how much more powerful it is than the darkness. Her new sch...