Prologue
His masculine hands held a knife, the edges glinting in the afternoon sun. My eyes were glued to that weapon, but with a bit of effort I dragged them up to his eyes in which I could detect a predatory gleam.
He disappeared, a mist taking his place. Then the mist shifted, appearing a mere meter away from me. As I watched, the mist swelled and drew together revealing him again.
Dropping the knife to his feet, his handsome mouth smirked. He lunged at me, both of us falling to the forest floor. I struggled but I was too weak, I had always been too weak.
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Daydreamer
Teen FictionMel Anderson is a normal girl... or so it seems. She's seeing people- or rather one attractive person- that isn't really there, and is having gruesome visions that are coming true. Confronted with the reality of her nightmarish and realistic daydre...
