He smiled at me with a devilish grin. Butterflies felt like paper weights in my stomach. We sat in the parking lot of West Lake High School, David and I. There was a slight chill in the air even though it was still August in Minnesota. I was curled up in his Letterman jacket gazing at the stars, and thinking about how much I liked being here with him. It was both frightening and exhilarating the way I felt. I don't think I've ever felt so strongly for another boy in my life. I peered upon his dark brown eyes and sandy blonde hair and thought to myself, he's something special. The mood of the night seemed to change just then. Something felt wrong. There was shadowy figures in the distance. They looked menacing and evil, and I knew I wanted to be as far from them as possible. I gestured to David that I wanted to leave, but something wasn't right. Just then sharp pains circulated throughout my whole body. I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe. All I could do was see the impending doom coming towards me. I yelped for David to help me, but he no longer looked happy to see me. A sinister evil look appeared in his eyes. The shadows drew even closer now. "David please help me", I pleaded one last time. "Why would I want to help you. I don't care, remember", he said as he faded into the night. They were almost upon her now. Youngblood by 5 Seconds of Summer blared in the night. She felt herself waking up, and then poof like nothing happened, she was safe in her bedroom. She screamed and cried into her pillow. It was another nightmare. One of many since her acquaintanceship with David went south. Those shadow figures were a new edition to her night terrors though. She still felt the imminent danger from the nightmare as if it was more than just a bad dream.
Her fear subsided a bit only to be replaced with dismay. Today was the first day of her senior year, which meant she'd have to face David in person. She felt sick by that very thought, and seriously wanted to stay home. Madison knew she couldn't avoid him forever, but seeing someone you used to really like hate you was something she could live without.....
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My Life As I Know It
Fantasy17 year old Madison Wells is still mending her broken heart after a recent fallout with her boyfriend. Lost in her hurt, her imagination and dreams have seem to have taken on a life of their own. She's always had a very vivid imagination for as long...