Children Of Magic.

Children Of Magic.

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Betrayal, conflict and a lot of emotional damage is what Diana has to go through. People who lie, cheat and sweet talk you in to your lives and screw around until your left for dead, are the people who have surrounded her. But Diana must face a choice, her best friend or who she thinks is the good guys, and with her sister missing and a phyco fiancé should she trust Blake? Or is he the one she needs protection from? . *** He lunged at me and I rolled on to my side , narrowly missing his grasp. I shot up to my feet and ran for the door. He grabbed my leg and I went crashing to the ground and hit my nose hearing a sickening crunch as it collided with the polished wooden floor. Sticky, thick blood pooled out of my nose and dripped in to my mouth. I screamed again. My throat dry and sore from all the crying and screaming made it hard to say anything and the taste of blood made me feel sick, sick to the point I would actually vomit. This isn't happening! I chanted in my head, but the pain I felt was undeniably real. When he had a tight grip on my ankle he yanked me back in to the room and flipped me round so my back was smashed against the ground and my face inches from the animal I once loved. He leaned closer until I could feel his ice cold breath invade my lungs , I could smell blood, I wasn't sure if it was just from my nose, but it was over powering and my head was spinning. I have a thing about blood. The sight is repulsive, the smell is revolting and the taste, the taste is unimaginable. And to have all three going on at once is too much. My vision was blurry from the tears, but still I lashed out at anything close. And I kicked my legs around hoping to hit him in the balls so he would let go. But he weighs a tonne , my whole body was being crushed slowly and I couldn't breath in enough air. But something happened. There was no longer anything holding me down. Instead I was looking straight up to a white ceiling. What the hell just happened?
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My dream continued the one I'd been having for the past couple of nights. I ran, gasping for breath, through the familiar woods from a dark figure behind me. The faster I tried to run, the slower I seemed to go, until it was like I was running in place. I knew I needed to run. I was terrified of what the figure would do when he caught me. "Mara Leigh," a deep, smooth voice called. It was almost hypnotic. That was new. The figure had never spoke before now. I ran as fast as I could go, eyes searching the forest floor for a big stick or something that I could use to defend myself. "Mara Leigh!" the voice came again, this time more insistent. The forest slowly started to fade and I started to awake to someone shaking my shoulders. "Beau?" I mumbled, turning my head to the side. What's Beau doing in my room this time of night? Why is he shaking me? "Do not call me that name." My eyes flew open as I jumped at the voice from my dream. A face was right in front of mine, and just like the voice, it wasn't Beau. Before I could form a scream, a hand covered my mouth. I tried to bite it but I couldn't get my mouth to open. He's too strong. I started to use my whole body to try to get away, but he crawled on top of me, holding me down. I pulled the hidden knife out from under my pillow and slashed as hard as I could at him, but he just grabbed my wrist and squeezed it until the pain made me drop the knife. Then he grabbed both my hands in one of his and held them over my head. He held me down while I struggled. I grunted and moved and tried to kick and scream, but I only wore myself out. Exhausted, I stopped thrashing and let the tears flow freely down my cheeks. I didn't know what to do, so I just tried to prepare myself for whatever was coming.

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