The scrape of the blade on the floor sounded behind her. RUN. The blood on the walls. HIDE. He was there. She wasn't what he was looking for. DEATH. The Silent communication between her and him. Where the Death is never known. A work in progress.
~DESCRIPTION AFTER AUTHOR'S NOTE~ A/N: there is the potential this book is going to get several chapters re-written and modified. As I am no longer a middle schooler (which was when this was written), I re-read and cringed so hard at the lack of creativity. I may one day go through and finally update and change the co...