Woman No.6

Woman No.6

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"Here i stood with full courage and all the happy memories my every breath held, ready to fly down at full speed, i took a deep breath and took a step forward glimpsing at the strong turquoise waves waiting for me to drown in them, i felt sweat dry up on my forehead as the wind swayed, i levitate my hands and im ready to go steadily while whispering the spell again and again. My heart was at ease because i knew... i knew where i was truly meant to be, until i felt her hand on the back of my neck, i cant recollect what happened then..."
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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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