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My leg nervously pumped up and down, sitting in the all too familiar cold black leather chair as I picked at the red wristband that was tightly attached to my right wrist.
"Do you..." I said nervously licking my lips, shaking the thought.
"I'm listening, Alex." Her soothing voice confirmed.
Taking a deep breath, I slowly tried again.
"Do you ever get that feeling... That you're trapped inside a nightmare - running away from this malicious monster. So you run and run and run and eventually you get sick of running. Wishing it would just catch up to end this already - so you stop. And as you're turning around you could feel the darkness creeping closer and closer until you're standing face to face with this evil, but it's not the devilish smile that filled its face nor the flaming red irises that scared you the most." I spoke in a daze feeling my lip quiver in fear.
"What scares you the most about this monster, Alex?" Dr Weller spoke after a long wait in silence.
I slowly blinked away the tears that filled my eyes, stinging as they ran down my cheek.
"Realizing that I'm staring back at my own reflection."
The broken words hummed through my head as I continued to stare at Dr Weller as she readjust herself in her seat, avoiding eye contact.
"No, I cannot say that I have." Dr Weller replied placing her fountain pen on the table as she closed her eerie notebook.
I stayed quiet as my thoughts tucked on my subconscious, holding me tighter, preventing me from shattering within.
"Do you?" Her soft peaceful voice added giving me the all too familiar safety I felt with her.
"Constantly." The brittleness of my voice send thousands of goosebumps running over my body.
She slightly adjusted her glasses, taking a breath. "Do you think that this feeling of constant terror is directly linked to this school?" Dr Weller asked a little skeptically, maybe all ready knowing the answer.
"School?" I huffed under my breath, slowly shaking my head as I pulled on my black school blazer.
"This place..."I muttered through clenched teeth. "This place is not a school."
With that said I grabbed onto the red wristband, forcefully snapping it off my wrist.
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As I entered my room with damp clothes that clung to my body, I felt my phone starting to buzz in my pocket
I thought I could get some sort of satisfaction knowing that it wasn't just all in my head, but instead it just confused me even more.
Hearing the doorbell suddenly echoing throughout the house, I quickly pulled open the first drawer I could find, tossing the old wooden boomerang inside.
My phone still continued to ring before I finally noticed that Jess was calling me.
With a single swipe I answered as I started to make my way down stairs.
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ParanormalEXTRACT FROM CHAPTER 19: 'The bitter blood taste from my busted lower lip grew more nauseating with each leap I took as twigs and leaves cracked beneath my shoes, echoing throughout the forest. The ground beneath me blurred while I ran in a daze...
