I cut the engine as I reached Jesse's house. I glanced up at his house and then at my surroundings. This was giving me the creeps.
Jesse lived in a house in the middle of nowhere. Not quite literally, but did he have to live in such a place where there were no freaking neighbours? I mean sure I could see some houses a bit far away, but would it have hurt so much to be a bit close to human civilisation?
Or maybe he just didn't want the neighbours to hear the girls' moansand scream when he fucked them.
It was dark inside the house and around it. I was alone here, except that maybe Claire and Jesse are inside and my friends were going to come soon. I got out of the car and walked up the stairs to Jesse's doorstep.
Should I knock? Or just barge into the house? That would rude, but eh who cares, he has got my best friend locked up in his room.
I was about to touch the door handle when I heard a car pull up silently. I turned around to see Jake in
My eyes shot open and the first thing I saw was white. Blinding white. I quickly closed my eyes and opened them slowly to adjust to the bright light.I looked around for anything familiar, but there was nothing but white. I was wearing a white dress, I was sitting on a white bed, the curtains were white, the fan whirling above was white, the tables and cabinets were white too. There was too much white in this room.I moved my left hand to my face, rubbing it, acutely aware of a crick in my neck. I hissed when I felt a sharp pain when I tried to turn my head to the side.As I tried to move my right hand, I felt something holding it back. My eyes fell upon a hand in my own. It was Claire. She had her hand in my hand, resting her forehead on our hands."Claire," I called, my voice sounding a bit hoarse and rough. She lifted her head from her hands and I cringed at the sight of her face. Her eyes were red and dried tear marks were on her cheeks. It was clear
I woke up with a jolt. My whole body felt wet, I was sweating. I threw away the blanket I had draped myself with and sat up straight on my seat.Reality finally sank in and I realised it was a dream. No, not a dream, It was the worst nightmare of my life. I took out the bottle of water Claire had in her bag and took a long gulp of it, not caring that the water ran down my neck and into my shirt. I calmed down my breathing and closed my eyes, massaging my temples.This should never happen. Ever.As if on cue, I heard hurried footsteps down the hallway, nearing me. My eyes snapped to the figure."What is it?" An alarmed voice asked someone. Please let this not be some sort of déjà vu!"Emergency at Room 201! The patient is having a hard time breathing. Irregular heartbeats!" Another voice panicked."Send a nurse to Room 201!" The alarmed voice shouted back.I quickly jumped to my feet and looked through the glass door at B
Valentine'sDay~Three years later ~I opened my eyes with the familiar look of my dorm room surrounding me. I shared the room with a short, blonde girl, Pippa Anderson who had a lot of cool tattoos and piercings on her skin. She was a very sweet girl, always helping me with my homework. She was also very adventurous, out-going and a social butterfly, exactly opposite to me. I considered her a great friend but only Claire was my best friend. But currently Pippa's bed was empty. She had gone to Radford to visit her ailing mother.I had college at nine in the morning, and I would need at least fifteen minutes to get there.I rolled on my side and glanced up at the alarm clock on my bedside table. It was seven in the morning. Why didn't the alarm go off? I usually woke up at six.Then I saw something next it. A note.Good morning, beautiful. You look gorgeous today. Happy Val