"oh dear...." my mother tutted as I climbed out of bed looking sick
"What?" I asked
"You look rough my dear." She cooed and pushed me back into my room I climbed back into bed and fell back asleep
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I had stumbled upon a old abandoned house. dark and weary. A young lad came out an smirked. His hands red with blood and his eyes a dark shade of black. He stepped forward. A knife in his hand and a gun in the there.
"My dear. Take your pick of death" his voice deep it made me shiver.
I tried to run but as he got closer, I stopped. He lunged forward
I shot up out of bed and looked around. It was only a dream. These dreams was frequent and it scared me. It was always the same. A choice of weapons. A murder.... A disaster.
My phone rang and I picked it up.
"Hello?" I asked wearily
"ASHLEY!! I found a asylum about ten minutes away from yours let's go!" My very loud best friend shouted down the phone
"Let's go!" I got changed and ran down the stairs to the front door where my best friend was waiting for me.
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Psycho
Fanfiction'my dear. This isn't wonderland and you're not Alice' What happens when Ashley dreams of a boy but by chance meets him the next day? Not in normal situations. Not on the streets but helping out in a asylum?
