“Time to get rid of you once and for all,” The clown man uttered before pulling the trigger.
It hit its intended target straight and true. Sam staggered backwards, his face painted with shock and pain and he glanced over at me. His feature reverted in regret and affection as he looked at me before stumbling to the ground.
“Time to get rid of you once and for all,” The clown man uttered before pulling the trigger.
It hit its intended target straight and true. Sam staggered backwards, his face painted with shock and pain and he glanced over at me. His feature reverted in regret and affection as he looked at me before stumbling to the ground.
“Time to get rid of you once and for all,” The clown man uttered before pulling the trigger.
It hit its intended target straight and true. Sam staggered backwards, his face painted with shock and pain and he glanced over at me. His feature reverted in regret and affection as he looked at me before stumbling to the ground.
I awoke with a gasp, clutching at my chest as it heaved up and down, sucking in the air greedily. A beeping sound came form my left and then my head exploded in white-hot pain. Groaning loudly I flopped back onto my back and closed my eyes.
I felt with my fingers as I touched a paper think blanket, moving out further I let my fingers roam outwards and encountered a hard metal surface. Open in one eye I briefly saw that it was the end of my bed.
But my bed was wooden. Not metal. Suddenly it all came rushing back.
The movie.
Sam.
Being kidnapped.
The masked man telling me about Daddy then stabbing me.
Sam rescuing me, then his betrayal.
Then Sam being shot…
SAM! Oh god Sam! It can’t have been a dream! Oh please God no!
I gasped and instantly tried to get up again but I felt a soft pressure on my chest that forced me down. Scowling, I opened my eyes to stare lasers at the person stopping me.
Once my vision sharpened I saw my mothers dark hair in a messy knot at the top of her head. He face was pinched in worry and relief and her eyes shinned with tears.
“Chloe? Oh Chloe!’ She gushed, the words falling and tripping over each other. “Richard! Get your ass over here! Chloe’s awake!” She shouted over her shoulder but instantly whipped her head to face mine again. Almost as if she was afraid she would lose me again.
I opened my mouth and tried to speak but a cracked sound was all that came out.
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Teen FictionSamuel Blake was the boy who had dug Chloe Moore out of her depression when she was only sixteen years old. Now, two years later their friendship has stayed strong and they know each other inside and out, no secrets left what so ever. That is...
