I woke up suddenly, shivers traveling down my spine. Something about that dream was familiar. I feel like I've had it before. I looked at the alarm clock on my piano across the room. 3:02 A.M. I tried to go back to sleep, but I couldn't. I felt like someone was watching me.
I looked around my bedroom, looking for the knife that I kept under my bed. It wasn't there. I froze as I saw the sheen from two eyes peering back at me from the darkness, slowly getting closer to me.
"Umm.. 'scuze me. Could you please leave?" I whispered.
Yeah, it didn't work. My heart hammered in my chest as I stared back at the demon. I realised that those eyes seemed familiar. A malevolent smile crept on it's face as it lifted up a knife. I wasn't afraid. I've had dreams like this before. Untill I heard a giggle, and the hazel green eyes cried blood as he continued to stab me until I breathed my last breath.
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The Sweet Boy That She Loved
Teen FictionWhat happens when a sixth grade girl falls head over heels for a boy who has never made her feel this way before? If you like reality, sadly, that doesn't really exist here. You like emos? Good! You like love but can't seem to get it? Congratulation...
