That night I decided to try and go to bed early. And yes, Suri did get that cookie I promised her. I crawled into my bed. It was dark, and the moonlight filtered in through the window. Realizing that I was unable to sleep, I turned on my bedside lamp and pulled out my sketchbook. I absentmindedly found myself drawing Scarface's bad eye. I gave every detail my subconscious attention as I drew the scar slashing down it. I wondered what happened to her. Had it been an accident, or was she actually attacked? All these questions were making my brain hurt, so I decided to try and get some sleep.
Bad Idea.
The second I closed my eyes, I was asleep. Guess I was tired. For a second I actually felt restful. Then she came. I saw her face, that was all I saw; her scar-ravaged face. It was even more terrible than I remembered. She stared at me, her eyes bearing into me like spears.
Scarface was holding a shard of glass. "Help me..." She whispered.
I found myself staring at her, mouth gaping like the Grand Canyon. "Oh sweet...." I muttered too in shock to say anything else. I wanted to help her, but I didn't know how. I was scared.
"Please save me, Razim." Scarface said.
"I-I don't know how" I responded, trembling.
Scarface reached out to me. "I am not a monster. Please Razim, I'm not." She begged. She seemed to be on the brink of tears. "Please see that, please see that I am not a monster."
I shook, hard. "I don't know...I mean...I-"
"Quiet." Scarface said, silencing me. I stared at her, terrified. Then she began to fade out.
I woke up in a cold sweat, screaming. "Please!!" I cried. I grasped my pillow and squeezed it hard. I buried my face in it, sobbing. "No no no no no no no" I cried into the pillow. "I'm sorry, please don't hurt me."
Then my bedroom door opened. I screamed in fear.
"Razim, it's just me." My mother said, running to my bed and taking me into her arms.
"Scarface was..." I began, before bursting into tears. My mother just held me. "She kept saying how she was not a monster, and she needed help."
"Well is she a monster?" My mother asked
"N-no" I responded.
"Exactly."
Mom was right, maybe she isn't a monster
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::Scar Face::
Teen FictionShe had fair skin and brown hair. One of her eyes was normal, but the other was an ivory color, with a reddish slash going through it before continuing down the rest of her face, slashing though her cheek, nose, and part of her lips as well. They...
