Vision writers (UNDER MAJOR CONSTRUCTION)

Anya

I ran faster an and faster looking back to make sure he wasn't following me. My foot got caught in some vines and I fell on my stomach, I sat up and there he was just like the grim reaper except he was holding a dagger. I tried to scream but no sound came out. He lifted the dagger and brought it down hard and everything else went black.......

When I wake up I'm curled up in a ball, my bed's soaked with sweat, and my hair is everywhere(mostly on my face).

I lie on my bed for about an hour. Then my alarm goes off.

10:30

I'm always an hour early

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I tiptoe downstairs trying hard not to wake my mom; on Fridays she works late and is is too tired to go upstairs, so she sleeps on the couch.

My mom and I don't get along very much, most of our conversations start or end with an argument. Besides, how the hell am I supposed to get along with someone who thinks I'm going crazy and makes me see a shrink who probably has more 'problems' than I do.I mean who talks to their cats and expects them to actually reply? Anyone? Nope, I guess it's just you Mrs. Clifford.

I pull up a kitchen stool and rest my elbows on the counter, there aren't many options for breakfast but i like to take my time deciding.

"Hey"

I glance back though I know who it is.

I turn on the kettle, 

" Morning " I say.

Awkward silence.

 Well it wasn't really awkward, but I am one to exaggerate.

I made two cups of coffee, i slid one over to my mom and continued to ignore her.

for like a whole minute, she just stood there.

She turned to leave, without even touching my coffee. I just wasted my time, energy and my love on that cup. I guess that's two cups for me.

"By the way....your fathers coming over"

How 'bout the whole pot.

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Leave comment, I just edited this and I'm editing all the chapters seeing as I started this when i was 13, lol.

If you do book covers hmu.

-beula