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I sunk to the floor as the bloody knife fell out of my hands. "This has gone to far". I whispered to Shane as he lifted me up from the floor. He smirked, "but nobody knows, love".
We had all agreed to make their escape early tomorrow. Everything was packed and ready to go. We tried to take as little as possible but we needed to have enough to make it to the mall.
It's close. It's coming to an end. Our world is getting old. It's dying from all the hatred, and hurt it's been through. With so many wars, and cuts. But if it does end, Would I really care.
Me, Preston, Libby and Megan were sat on the camp beds playing rummy. A zombie was banging on the door. Preston was freaking out, poor guy. We are trying, trying so hard. It's just not working.
Adult language --------------------------------- I look around the small poky room. Was this to be my study space.
(part 2) I woke up what seemed like hours later. I had been tied to a metal table with some kind of strong wiring. "What is this?" I gasped. My throat was dry and raspy. I needed water.
The bark stroke, like a lightning rippes the night sky during a storm, loud and clear. She felt the fear running down her spine, cold and mercy-less like an old friend.
I've always thought I'd be the one he marries, I've always thought I am the one who could make him happy, I think I've done and tried my best to be the best girl I could be for him & for Us...
*Zayden's P.O.V.* When I walked into her room, Ash's mom was up and looking out her window. She spun around and looked at me. "What has the world come too?," she asked. "The end," I replied.
"Wake up," Zayden said. My eyes shot open. "We have to barricade the doors and windows now," he said helping me up. We took what furniture we could and barricaded all the doors and windows.
Little, stupid girl. Laying in bed. All dressed in black. Hairs damp, she just came out of the shower. . remembering the memories of crying pain, and shades of red.
Zayden dropped me off at my house so I could get ready. I changed my out fit at least a hundred times before deciding on blue jeans and a T-shirt.
"Mom," fretted Bobby, "It seems to be rattling around a bit up there!" "Don't worry," assured Bobby's mother, Susan.
I stood infront of what seemed to be gates, well thats what they seemed to be in this overgrown place.
Why is it that I'm the one to get blamed my sisters do whatever they want.
For every mistake you've made in her life; She'd go up stairs, with razors in her pockets. Tallying up, drawing lines. Drips of red coming out. You'll see. You'll regret..
His eyes were a smokey red, as though someone had left embers to smoulder. The raven black hair hung loose over his shoulders and down to his waist was slightly wavy, but not yet curled.
In the white room the old blood stains are evident. Faded to an almost grey, but evident none the less. I look you in the eyes. I see fear, over whelming fear, in yours. You search my eyes for fear.
I closed my eyes as I sank in further and my head started to go under. I had never felt true terror until this day. My life flashed before my eyes, as I knew this would be my last breath.
We kept the cellar door locked. Nobody ever went down there. Not my mom, not my dad, no one. Not even my older brothers, Ben and Dylan.
He stepped silently out of the shadows like a spectre, his face ashen in the cold moonlight, the wind lifting the tails of his suit jacket and playing with strands of his thick, chestnut hair.
Not true this is a brief of story A girl brought a desk to do homework a stuff on but she always had backaches on it.
(If u get easily scared DO NOT read. You have been warned. Mark my words.) A babysitter came to baby sit some children and when they were sleeping she would go to the parents room and watch tv.
I walked over to Octavius's lifeless body. I felt tears stream from my eyes and down my face. I couldn't leave him there so I grabbed his arms and pulled him outside.