Lie to my face

Lie to my face

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"No, I'm not gonna shoot you Rachel" I shouted at her from across the room. "Fine, I'll do it myself, If you were my real friend you put me out of my misery" She ran across the room at me. "NO!" I screamed as she grabbed my hands attempting to grab the gun from my hands. "If YOU were a real friend you wouldn't do this to me You can't leave me"She pried my fingers one by one her long pink nails slicing my fingers, as I pointed if down towards me so that she couldn't get a hold of it... Thats when I heard the gun shot. Thats when I blacked out.
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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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