His Brown Eyes (Stiles Stilinski LS)

His Brown Eyes (Stiles Stilinski LS)

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I look around, I am in a white room. So white that it was blinding. I look behind me to see that the same house was there. The room wasn’t white anymore, it was that creepy house again. The porch… I was standing on it. I hear the whisper again, the same whisper. I noticed that voice; and what was whispered freaked the hell out of me. the voice said ‘He killed me’
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This was unusual, I was normally home alone for a few hours before my parents arrived. "That's weird, why is everyone home?" I asked out loud. It was more for me then anyone else. "Aren't you home for a few hours by yourself?" Leslie questioned, her brown eyes staring into mine. "Yeah, I hope nothing bad has happened. Well only one way to find out" I said as I gathered up the courage to walk in. On the inside I was freaking out, my parents would only come home early if there was an emergency. I unlocked the door to hear voices coming from the living room. Dropping my bags I stopped dead in my tracks, one voice sounded very familiar a little too familiar. No it couldn't be him, we moved away years ago. He wouldn't have the nerve to face me after what he did, coward. Slowly dragging my feet I made my way to the living room. What I saw before me turned my face ghost white. My worst nightmare confirmed, there he was, Max, sitting on my couch, in my living room, in my house.

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