The Last Night

Attack

Chapter Eight

"The last night I felt that scared was when Uncle Mark showed me a horror movie when I was six."

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"Who are you?" I asked, approaching the girl.

As usual, the skies got darker as I got closer, but something felt off this time. Everything was blurred and in shades of gray, but I could still tell what was what.

She said nothing and stayed where she was, her back facing me, which I found strange. Normally as I get closer, she walks away. Suddenly, I see a dark liquid dripping from her arms. I'm right next to her by now and she still hasn't tried to escape me.

"Why aren't you walking away this time?"

She still refused to speak a word to me, but didn't make any effort to walk away either. Then the dark liquid turned red. The color was gradually coming back. First, the sky, then the sea, the sand, and finally the girl. I noticed the bruises, scars, and cuts that covered her arms. She turned around and I saw an all too familiar shade of green.

My eyes widened in horror.

The girl was Ame. She stood there smiling eerily, but tears were rolling down her face. Blood started dripping from her forehead and bruises were forming unnatural tones on her skin. In her hand she held a knife.

The sight was absolutely terrifying. What shocked me the most was... that she spoke.

"Pain, misery, sadness, loneliness, and fear. This is what my life has been like for the past few years. It's an endless cycle. I will never stop feeling pain, being miserable, being sad, being lonely, or fearing for my life. What is the point of this? It's useless. I'm useless. I'm unneeded. I will merely end this madness now."

She held up the knife, preparing to pierce her throat with it.

"No! Don't!" I screamed, as I reached out to grab her arm.

The thunder roared and the rain fell.

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I jolted up, breathing heavily. I looked over to the bed next to mine. Ame was still there sleeping peacefully. No blood, no knife. I sighed. At least it was just a dream. Hopefully that wasn't a premonition or vision of something that might happen in the near future.

I checked the time on my phone. 3:17. God, how creepy can this get?

I guess I'll just have to be cautious from now on. I will be in danger because of assassins. Okay, now, how the heck am I supposed to stay composed?!

I feel like an undercover ninja. Or was it undercover spy? Wait, aren't ninjas supposed to go unnoticed anyway? Agh! My thoughts are all jumbled! How am I supposed to keep myself together when I can't even keep my thoughts together?

I ran a hand through my hair out of frustration. Just how exactly does Ame do it? She manages to hide huge secrets, be the vice president of the ninth grade student council, keep up a facade, deal with me, be smart, and take care of her siblings all while she knows someone is out for her blood. And I'm already stressed out because I got confused with my thoughts about ninjas.

Wow, I'm so good at this. Note the sarcasm.

I stared at the ceiling. Now, why would someone want to kill Ame? What has she done to make someone want her dead?

Thinking about the events for the past few days, May seemed really mad that we got stuck as partners. The other girls I've played with before also seemed upset about this. I don't think they would have the courage to hire a hitman. Would they?