I Hate Everyone

I Hate Everyone

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«We started dying before the snow and like the snow, we continued to fall.” My eyes weren't used to the dark yet, but I could see shadows. Shadows I did not recognise at all. I went down the stairs slow, step by step skipping the two middel steps since they made a teribble loud sound. I felt the cold breeze coming through the window and this wouldn't have bothered me if I didn't know for a fact that I had closed the window. Another noise, I headed for the kitchen when someone grabbed me from behind and held a cold hand over my mouth. My heart beat raised, I could hear my own blood flow trough my veins and then... This is Crystal's story and before it's done she will have loved, killed, outwitted, saved or betrayed those who cross her path.
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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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