Fear. That's all that was running through my veins at the moment.
I shoot up breathing uncontrollably. The images kept shooting through my mind.
The nightmare had appeared to be so realistic. The worst part was that at some point in my life it was realistic.
My phone began to ring, somewhat snapping me out of my state and bringing me to reality.
I grab my phone and immediately answer without a second thought.
"WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU" I could feel my face pale and my hand slightly shake as i try to think what to say or do. Carson sounded beyond pissed and that brought the familiar feeling of fear through my veins.
"i-" I got one word, one fucking letter out of my mouth but i couldn't do it. I hurried and ended the call as well as turning my phone off.
A shaky breath left my lips after a few seconds before i got up and stretched. I couldn't help but groan at the loud sound my stomach decided to make.
I slowly walked to the little cabinets we had hoping for food and to my surprise there was food.
I hurried and grabbed a few things before rushing over to the couch and hopping on and digging in.
Hours seemed to pass as i sat there and drew with the art supplies i had found. I honestly didn't know what i was drawing but i went with it.
My body tensed at the sound of footsteps. Someone was here and i was alone, defenseless.
I rushed and grabbed the nearest thing which happened to be a pillow and i went into the back corner, trying to be as invisible as possible.
My breath gets stuck in my throat the the sound of the door being unlocked. Someone had a key. They were coming in.
Silent tears began to stream down my face as i wait for the intruder to find and kill me.
The heavy footsteps were taunting me as they got closer to me. They knew i was here. They spotted me. Not that it was hard or anything.
I did the only thing i could do. I attacked.
I leaped out of the corner and through the pillow at the intruder before jumping directly on them before trying to hold them down.
Before i could do anything else me and the intruder were suddenly switched around, leaving me under my intruder and my arms above my head.
"Look who we have here" My heart dropped. Not due to it begin a complete stranger holding me down about to kill me but due to it being someone i knew. Someone i knew all to well.
"Carson" His name escaped my mouth without me even being able to process the situation. It was almost inaudible. Honestly i'm surprised he had heard it.
"That's me princess"
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Breathless
Short StoryPreviously known as "That girl" Life is such a delicate and dangerous thing, so why not live it to the fullest? because at the end of the day we know only one thing that's certain about life.. no one makes it out alive. After the tragic death of C...