Bre's Revenge

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I flashed my eyes open, not knowing where I was. I was in a dark room, and it was hot as hell in here! I felt around on the warm,hard concrete floor trying to find a wall. I reached a wall, and flicked the light switch. I was in a blood red colored room, with no furniture, and a simple light bulb hanging from the ceiling. Now, I was creeped out. I walked to the door and stepped into a long, dark hallway; what was up with these people with darkness and red. I felt like I was being watched and stalked, but I kept walking. Once I had enough, I turned around and was knocked out instantly.

I woke up, once again, with a huge headache; what the hell is going on? When I opened my eyes this time, I was in my bedroom, under my covers. I got up and slipped on my bunny slippers, unaware of anything that was happening. That's when it hit me, I'm suppose to be dead! The past occurences flashed into my mind, Zonnique shot me in the head. I stepped out of my room into the hallway to look for my mom.

"Mom, are you here?" I shouted out, only to hear my echo.

I started to walk down the stairs, when I heard voices. It was Zonnique,Bahja,my mom, and a couple of my friends. They seemed to all be crying in the living room, and talking about different experiences they had with me. After a couple of mintues, they flicked on the television to the news.

"Thanks, Tom. We are here with officers at Plasma 51, the crime scence of the murder of 18-year old, Breaunna Womack. Police have no current suspects and are currently questioning, Zonnique Pullins and Bahja Rodriquez, for more information on anyone out to get this young girl. Back to you, Tom." The news lady said.

All of a sudden,my mom broke out crying on the floor. My new enemys and old friends comforted her and tried to dry her tears, to reassure her that I was in a safe place, when really I was in the same room as them. Nique and Bahj exited the room, and headed to my room, with me trailing behind. My plan was, torture them for a couple of days, than kill them, as simple as that. They sat on my bed and started conversating.

"Nique, what are we gonna do? The police are gonna crack me open like a nut shell in the questioning session."

"I don't know! We have to lie, it's the only way to save our behinds. Don't tell them anything! We don't know who didn't like her, who was out to get her, or if she had any beef with anyone.'

( Author's Note: Beef- have a grudge or start one with another person. Credit to Urban Dictionary)

"What if they can tell I'm lying? Will we go to jail?"

"You don't have to lie, Bahja! Just say you don't know anything, and you will be alright. Got it?"

"Alright, let's go."

They exited the house swiftly and headed to Zonnique's white Range Rover. I slid into the back seat unnoticed; I'm a ghost, they can't see me anyways.