Someone's POV
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" I scream "NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO" I continue "Why are you running bub?" asks my boyfriend James "You are not the guy I love!, you would never try to hurt me never!" I yell "But yet I am the guy you love, bub I would never hurt you" James says hurt or so I thought "Then leave my alone" I whimper, he is leaning over me with a cruel smile on his face the look in his eyes was once love and kindness now it is full of lust and anger. He grabs my arms so tightly that I yelp in pain, I cringe away from him when he kisses my neck, he looks at me and I study his eyes more closer than I did before, I gasp and start to scream "WHO ARE YOU, YOU ARE NOT MY JAMES YOUR EYES THEY ARE NOT MY JAMES' EYES!" I try to get free but he grip is to strong. "I am your James baby, I love you" Imposter James says coldly, his voice its not the same his eyes aren't the same his mouth isn't the same, I look at his face and see that it isn't his face either but my my my….. Piano teachers?. "MR Ronnie?" I asked shocked, but with a twinged of fear, "Yes my darling, I am you piano teacher and I'm going to make you wish that you had never wanted to take up piano" he brings his face closer to mine with an evil look on his face.
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"NO I HATE YOU I HATE YOU LEAVE ME ALONE!" I scream "Melissa it's ok I'm here I'm here" Claire soothes me "OH SHIT IT WAS A DREAM!" I yell out relieved "yes it was I heard marks last name why?" she asks worried "Well mark is a piano teacher in the dream" I explain. "Ooooh ok" she smiles kindly but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes I search them to see what emotion it is, is that fear I see?. No can't be "So what are we doing today?" she asks, I look at the time "school silly" I smile at her "I knew that hehe" we get up and get dressed for school.
-school-
"Hai Cl-" I stop my sentence as she walks right past me. Every time I have tried to talk to her she has ignored me, even when we have class together she doesn't want to talk to me. It is as if I have dropped off the face of the earth. I pull out my phone and text claire for the umpteenth time today. "Hai clairebear <3 pwease talk to me" I put it back in my pocket again and walk to my last class art YAY I love that class, I walk in and take my seat I feel my phone vibrate I pull it out and it says "Don't call me clairebear <3 I hate you, I have had to put with your fucking creepy dreams, I fucking hate it and you don't ever talk to me again and delete me from your contacts good bye" I finish reading it and start to cry I stand up and walk over to my art work and pick it up, I get some paints, walk back to my table and finish my art work. BRING! I look at my art work, to see that it has changed from bright and happy to dark and depressing. I put it away and walk to my car, I unlock it get in and drive home, when I get out of the car I am crying my eyes out I run up to my room and look for my laptop and rope. I write a note and print it out I fold it and place it on my newly made bed. I slip out of my room hop into my car and drive to the only place I know that no one will go to. The forest. I go to 'My Tree' and climb up it I make a noose, I tie it the rest of the rope to the tree, I put the noose around my neck and jump off.
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Claire's POV
"starships are meant to fly" sung my phone "Hello?" I ask unsure of who it is. "OMG Mellissa has gone a killed herself" her mother sobs into the phone. "Shit ok I will be there soon" I hang up, race down the stairs and run to Melissa's house "WHERE IS SHE?!" I look for her and her mother shit it must have been my fault fuck why did I have to be such a bitch claire? "I-I-I-in h-he-here" I walk slowly not sure of what to find, I look around to see a note in her mothers hand. "Pass it please" I retrieve the piece of paper and read it…. I drop it and the first place that popped up in my head is 'Our Tree' "I think I know where Melissa is!" I drag her mum down the stairs hop into her car and drive to the forest. I run to 'Our Tree' I stop dead in my tracks Omg "Nooooo!" I scream as she jumps.
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Claire's POV
-4 weeks later-
"Why did you have to die?" I sob into Melissa grave. Her grave read 'Melissa- she will forever be in our minds and hearts' . I sob harder as I think it was my fault, but deep down I know it isn't it is everything that as happened to her in her life, and on top of that the nightmares. Stupid me I should have stayed with her not getting high off my brain then saying I hate her. I can control my sobs I breakdown into my cousins arms, which was her ex-boyfriend. "I will miss you Melissa you will never leave my heart, Good bye" I whisper and kiss a rose, then place it on her grave and walk away.
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Visions Of Death
Short StoryHer name is melissa, she i haunted with the nightmares of deaths of innocent girls. just because a man knows she has them.