Hey. I can't stop thinking about you
He's such a flirt! What does he want from me? He can't actually want a relationship with someone like me, I'm insane! I'm messed up! I responded back,
You're such a flirt.
He responded back immediately.
I'm serious! Ever since I met you I knew I wanted to know everything about you. I can tell that you're an amazing person but you don't want to show it. And my goal is to find out why and change it. I want to make you happy. It pains me to see you sad.
Ugh. Why is this boy into me? I'll admit he's sweet and caring and defiantly attractive, but I can't have someone care about me. I don't want someone to care about me and then immediately walk out on them. But I've made my decision, I don't want to be here anymore.
That's so cliche,
I texted back. Can't he take a hint? I mean I would love to get to know him but no. I can't. I won't.
Tomorrow. I want to take you out somewhere. Anywhere you like just somewhere so I can try to make you happy. Please.
Maybe this could be my chance to show him that I'm a bitch. Maybe I can scare him away and finally he will stop trying to care about me.
Fine. Meet me at the boardwalk ok?
Ok. See you tomorrow Anastasia.
This was my chance to get Parker away from me. I couldn't screw it up.
"Anastasia! Dinner!" May called.
I walked out she had made a pizza. I sat down at the table and she started bombarding me with questions.
"How are you feeling? Do you like your room? How's school? Do you go to school? Actually forget that, tell me about your life Anastasia," she said and smiled.
I sighed.
"Well, life sucks obviously. I'm in a junior. I do homeschool because my mother had taken me out of public school. I have no friends. No family. No one really. I have plans to meet the kid you met earlier tomorrow," I said unenthusiastic about it all.
"You don't seem excited," she said.
"I'm not"
"Why?" she asked and turned her head like a confused puppy.
"Because I....I'm just not interested in him," I said.
"Right," she said.
She knew I was lying. But I made it clear that I didn't want her involved.
As the night when on we talked more. She reminded me of my sister and that made me like her a little. But it also made me miss my sister more
We watched TV for awhile and then I decided to go to bed.
"Anastasia!!" my mother called.
"Mom!!"
My father was holding her in a head lock with a gun up to her head.
"Anastasia!!" Mara called.
"Mara!!"
My father had a knife up to her throat.
I turned around to look at my mother and when I did, my father shot her.
"NO!!" I cried.
I turned around to my sister and my father slit her throat.
"NO!!!" I cried once more.
"You're next bitch," my father said.
Then he appeared behind me. And then to my left. Then to my right.
"You're next bitch"
"You're next bitch"
"You're next bitch"
"NO NO NO," I cried.
"AHHHHHHHHHH," I cried I awoken from my nightmare.
"Anastasia! Oh my god are you ok?!"
"He's coming for me," I cried.
"Come here," she said and walked to my bed.
She held me and rocked me like a baby. It made me feel relaxed. It made me trust her. I closed my eyes and fell back asleep, this time dreaming of my sister holding me like May was.
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Searching for Death
Teen Fiction"I saw you sitting here, you the most beautiful little thing I've ever seen, depressed and alone. I looked into your eyes and I saw that you were going through some messed up shit and it broke me. I want to get to know you. I want to put light back...
