"Sarah..." I hear a faint voice whisper. It was so close, so close that it felt like the carrier of the voice, was right behind me.
"Sarah..." I hear again, the whisper, but this time I knew it was close, cause whoever it was, whispered it in my ear.
I turn around quickly, bracing myself for who the stranger is. But when I turn, there is nothing there, just black. Like everywhere else. It sorta' scared me.
I spin around, and around, and around, hoping to see some kind of light, but nothing.
"Sarah..." I hear again. This time louder, but still in a whisper.
"Who are you?" I ask, to no one, just the air around me. I get no reply, "How did I get here?" I ask, but still, no reply. "Were am I?! God-danmit, were the hell am I?! And who are you?!" I scream, but still no reply. "Fucking tell me something! Please!" I scream.
"Do not scream at me, that will get you no were..." The whisper says.
"Were the fuck am I?" I say, not screaming this time. "And who are you?"
"I shall not tell you now, my child..." The whisper says, "I must go now, goodbye..."
"No! Wait!" But I could tell, the whisper was gone. The air got cold, and everything was silent.
I sit on the floor and put my head in my hands. And just sit there.
"Ahhhh! Someone, please help me?! Is anyone there?!" I hear a small child scream. I look down and see a women on the floor, a women I knew from my childhood. Next to her, a little girl screaming.
"Please! Someone! She needs help!" I look at the little girl, carefully take her in. And than it hit me, hit me lke a bullet in the chest.
I stumbled back a little, from the schock of this all.
"Please don't die..." The little girl says, crying.
The women, with the knife on the floor next to her, and all the blood around her, looks at the girl in disgust.
"Shut-t-up-p st-tupi-id..." the women says, breathing heavily.
"I love you-" The little girl says, but doesn't get to finish.
The women pushes her away, "I-I hat-te yo-ou..."
Than, I wake up.
I sit up in bed, breathing heavily. "Oh my God..." I whisper.
I go and get a glass of water, drink it, and get back in bed.
I lay down, and cover myself up, extremely cold for some reason. And whisper to myself, "It was just a dream..."
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Sorry it took so long to publish this chapter, I was very, very busy. I will publish a lot more for now on. Ok thanks for reading.
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