The Way
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It was a typical Sunday night. I brushed my cream duvet cover along my bed with my fingertips. I traced the diamond seem-line with my dark red nail. Damn I need to repaint them. The bed sheet felt cold under my warm hand. "See you later," his perfect smirk permanently etched into my mind. "We'll see," playing back in my mind, remembering my playful attitude. I turned my head, still half smirking, not realizing what was happening. My head spun dramatically, the thought still racing in my mind. His warm hand gripped my forearm. He pulled me close; our noses touching, "I forgot to give you something," That was when I realized he was going to do what I'd been hoping for for months. It wasn't about my badly chipped deep red nails, it wasn't about my parents arguing earlier that day about money; It was about this exact moment, the way he made me feel.
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Something didn't feel right. I looked around my room slowly; cautiously; taking everything in and trying not to feel too nervous. Perhaps Lure was in my room right now, watching me, silently laughing to himself. I didn't doubt it. I slipped off my bed and walked around, hugging my waist, and tilted my head. I felt my rough ponytail slide against the back of my neck and over my shoulder as I moved. "Lure?" I hissed, "Lure, are you there?" I wandered around a little, for some reason feeling scared. But why? It was only Lure. He wouldn't hurt me, would he? "Okay, Lure. Quit it. I know it's you. Who else would it-" I stopped, startled, when I heard a strange sound that made me cringe. It was like fingernails being dragged across a chalkboard. I whipped around and came face-to-face with my mirror. Immediately, I saw the difference. Various scratches were displayed across the glass, forming words. It looked as if claws had written the words in the mirror. "Deepest apologies, but it was fun." (All credit goes to my sister, who wrote this when she was in the twelfth grade)

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