It was late at night, I was sitting on the couch reading a good mystery when something unexpected happened. A stranger walked right through my front door. I was too surprised at first to do anything and then the fear struck when I saw the look on his face. He was angry...crazy angry. His rotted teeth put goosebumps on my arms and I froze, unsure of what to do. My eyes spotted the silver gun in his hand and my mouth grew hot, as if I was going to vomit. He pointed the gun at me.
"Don't make a sound," he commanded me quietly.
I nodded once, but then Lizzie my little sister walked in the room behind him. He heard her enter, whirled around, and shot her twice in the chest. She fell back and onto the ground. I heard screaming and then I realized it was my own voice. Shew was dying. I started to run to her, but the man slammed me against the wall. He shoved the gun in my mouth and tears started to fall down my cheeks and onto the cold metal. I wasn't just facing death. I was swallowing it.
My dreams don't come as often, thank goodness. This last dream was actually quit graphic, so I left out some of the dirty details.
I'm so confused.
I'm so worried.
I'm so emotional.
I will figure out what it is I need to do with myself.
But I am so scared to fix my life.
I'm a project.
Nobody should want to date a project anyways.
You give me chill bumps. But that's a kewl thing. But I believe everything worth having should be hard to get. That's what makes it precious. Let me know when you write the unabridged version.
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