Stepping inside that room was like stepping into a pit of darkness full of shadow demon's and murderous spirits. The moment the door opened a chill, brushed against my leg and gently crawled up my spine. Looking at that boy I felt a sense of sheer terror rising deep within my soul. I stroked the long end of my silver...
"I can't really remember much before I was four," I admitted, shrugging my shoulders. "Four seems to be where I stop." He nodded, digging his teeth into his lower lip as he stepped in front of the window, as if to protect us both from someone looking in. "I'm going to tell you the truth, Blue, and you've got to promi...
Her mother is embarrassed of her. Her father doesn't care about her. The rest of her family thinks she's a bad influence on the little ones. Society thinks she's a freak. She gets bullied at school for what she wears and listening to the wrong kind of music. Out of all this her best friend still thinks she's perfect...
People say that what's dead should stay dead. Sometimes that doesn't happen. Sometimes you wake up in your coffin and can't remember anything. Except for the attack, you always remember the attack. Copyright © 2013 percabeth1999. All rights reserved world wide.
