Sleepover gone wrong

Sleepover gone wrong

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"WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME!!" I shouted. No one heard me. I was thinking bad thoughts. Very bad thoughts. I went to my shoe box with my dad's pocket knife. I took the top off. I've never felt like this before. I've never had these thoughts before. I slowly took the knife out. Tears streaming down my face. I held the knife In one hand with the blade out. "No one would notice i'm gone." I said to myself, "No one would would care." I took the knife, and put it next to the crevice of my elbow. I pressed down, and started dragging across my vain. Not screaming at all, but crying my eyes out. Before I knew it. There was blood. Lots of blood. I stopped. Blood on the rug. On the knife. Everywhere. I stop crying, and watch the blood gush out like a waterfall.
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My hand slaps against my mouth as I try to shut myself up. Don't make too much noise...or he'll hear you. A vehicle's door opens then slams shut. I don't hear footsteps...but as the minutes go by I begin to hear them; the footsteps get louder and louder and louder, matching the sound of my thundering heart. That's when I see his shadow cast over the ditch...over the place where I tried to hide. "Well," he says with a smile in his voice. "I wonder where he could've gone...the footprints stop here...so I wonder if he just...disappeared?" My body begins to tremble. I can feel it now. The pain. I can feel the pain already. He jumps down into the ditch...he stands directly in front of me, with his back facing me. My hand presses harder against my mouth as I try to suppress my whimper, but it's way too late now. But his body tenses up when he hears it. He laughs bitterly as he turns around slowly, and his eyes cut through my camouflage easily. "There you are."

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