Wishes Upon A Cut <<Imagine>>

Chapter 11

I fall asleep again halfway through The Walking Dead.
I wake up at 4:00 am and Joey is standing in my doorway.
"Y/n" He yells running towards me.
I sit up and try to figure out why he is here.
"Joey, why- why are you here?" I ask
"Y/n, your safe, thank god."
"Joey. WHAT IS GOING ON." I yell at him.
he looks around then looks down as intertwined both of our hands.
"Y/n, there's a killer on the loose and he is breaking into people's houses killing girls." he says like he about to cry
I start hyperventilating
"I wanted to make sure you are all right," he says looking up "and you are so now you are safe."
He has tears in his eyes as I hug him.
We are embracing each other for a few seconds then I feel a sharp pain in my side.
Probably period cramps.
The pain doesn't disappear.
It turns into major pain.
I pull off of Joey and he is holdin a knife in the left side of my stomach.
I whine a little if pain.
He lets go of the knife and I try to back up from him but the knife is still in my stomach.
I wince of pain from moving
"I'm so sorry Y/n. I didn't want to do this but I had too." he says.
I start crying and can't move. I fall backwards on my bed and it hurts like hell.
Joey gets up.
"I'm sorry Y/n. Goodbye." he says and walks out of my room.
I lay there, crying in my bed trying to yell for mom but I am not audible.
I start sobbing and Joey comes running back in and takes the knife out of my stomach and slits my throat.
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I wake up, it was just a dream. thank God.
I look at the clock and its 5:58 am
My school alarm goes of at 6:00 so I go ahead and get up.
I go to the bathroom and and brush my hair.
My stomach starts hurting like crazy.
I feel like I'm being gagged.
I run to the toilet and puke.
It just keeps coming out of me.
My mom runs in from hearing me puke because I'm a loud puker...
"Ah, Y/n, it's okay. I'll let you stay home today." he says rubbing my back.
I finally quit puking and go to brush my teeth.
Let me tell you, brushin your teeth after puking tastes like crap.
I go to my room and my mom comes in with a puke bucket and a wet wash cloth to wash my face for every time I puke.
My alarm goes off and I turn it off.