Savior
BullsInTheBronx112
A cackle made us spread apart. I whirled around. behind me stood a girl no older than 14. A year younger than me. Three younger than Tomasi. Her hair was choppy and ragged, and didn't appear to be wet at all. She grinned. Smiling from ear to ear- Literally- It was Something demonic. Razor sharp teeth lined her mouth, and a couple speaks of blood fell under her eyes. They were yellow. Like a cats, the pupil was squeezed into a little black slit. She was wearing the same clothes as me. Including no shoes, Same as me. " Run." Tomasi yelled at me. I started to protest, but he cut me off. " THE TRUCK!" he shrieked startling me." Run for the dang truck! GO CALLIE!!! GO!"