The Broken Girl

The Broken Girl

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WpMetadataNoticeÚltima publicación mar, may 13, 2014
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It began to rain as I ran out the house. I ran and ran and ran...where am I going? I dont know all I know is that I wanna get away from here, anywhere but here. I hoped that this day would have never come, but it did. "Anabell!!!", someone yelled after me but I didnt listen... I just ran. It was getting dark and I didnt know how far I ran but i'd hope it was far enough. I ran into an alley and just sat under the stairs. I began to feel numb on the side of my head and realized that I was bleading. As I sat there in the rain just watching the blood trickle down, I feel asleep. Then felt someone carried me away.
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Life was going okay...until I found out I had a stalker. That's when everything changed. ~~~~~ That’s when I heard the fence give way. I bolted for my left and sprinted as fast as I could. The rain burned my eyes and I had no idea where I was going. I was running blindly in a dark alleyway to God knew where. And, somehow, I knew I wouldn’t make it through without being caught. All of a sudden, I felt myself hurtling through the air. I let out a scream when my head made sickeningly painful contact with the slimy ground beneath me. That’s when he caught up with me. That’s when he dragged me to my feet, only eyes visible beneath his black mask. That’s when he whispered, ‘Keep still, and you won’t get hurt.’ Stupidly and feebly, I thrashed in his grip. And that’s when I caught a glimpse of the wet blade that glistened with rain drops, before he pressed it against my throat. Cliche, with a twist. Enjoy :) (It's better than it sounds, I promise!) #166 Mystery/Thriller #230 Romance

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