Broken

Chapter 20

Zane

  "But I'm innocent!"

                      "You fraud!"

                                      "I was framed!"

          "You lied!"  

STOP...

                      "He bribed you, didn't he?"

     "She didn't do anything!"

                   "How much did he pay you?"

  
   "I swear I'm not guilty!"

STOP IT!

                                           "It's extortion!"

"He didn't deserve this!"

        
                                 "You did this to me!"

I SAID STO-

                           
        "Mister...your a murderer..."

My eyes suddenly shoot open. Quickly sitting up straight, I breathe heavily. I'm also sweating buckets. I place a hand on my chest to slow down the fast heart rate. I'm shivering, while the shocked and terrified expression is still on my face.

That was one intense nightmare. Why...why is this even happening?

My train of thought is broken by the sound of someone sipping. I look to my right and see Ethan sitting on a chair sipping from a straw inserted in a juice bottle and staring blankly at me.

"What are you doing?" I ask him as I sigh and push back my hair from my forehead.

"Well, you looked like you were having a nightmare so I thought I'd watch." He says with a stupid smile. This brat...

"And you didn't even bother to wake me up," I say annoyingly.

He chuckles "Now why on earth would I do that?"

I set aside my navy blue comforter and get off the bed. As I walk outside my room, Ethan gets up and starts to follow me.

"So what happened in it? The nightmare I mean" he asks curiously.

"What's it to you? Why do you wanna know?" I enter the large living room which looks more like an art gallery with many paintings on each wall and a lot of decoration pieces in the room. The cream coloured sofas, grey abstract carpet, glass table and the white light from the lightbulb really blends in well with the surrounding.

"I'm just curious. Come on, tell me." He follows me all the way to the kitchen.

I sigh" I was...just being haunted." I open the fridge and look for a bottle of cold water.

"By who? Ghosts?" He sits on top of the kitchen counter.

I simply roll my eyes " by people" I say as I take it out of the fridge and move over to the glass rack on the counter.

"Dead people? So like zombies." He says.

"No...living people. Ordinary living people. Which are even more frightening than ghosts." I pour the water into the glass and put it aside.