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My hand flew over my mouth..I couldn't believe what I had just experienced.
"Angel," Damien whispered, slowly stepping towards me with the bloody butcher knife in his hand.
The air had escaped my lungs, my heart raced, and I feared for my life. I would be next. Since I was the witness, he would get rid of me.
"Come here," he whispered.
I jetted off, running as far away as I possibly could. I heard nothing but his menacing footsteps behind me. My so called friend had just murdered one of my best friends.
Angel is an innocent 16 year old girl who was curious about the dark minded boy named Damien, 17, across her street. When she follows him one day after school to see where he goes, she's in for a life or death sentence. She can pretend nothing happended and talk to him, or be killed.
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