I didn't dare breathe.
How nice to be in this position again. Except this time, I wasn't so sure I would make it out alive.
The coolness of metal rested on my throat and if I even so much as twitched, he could jerk his hand and kill me.
So I stayed there. Silent. Watching. Waiting.
Wondering why this was happening to me.
I looked at Carter. Fury filled his eyes as he glared at my captor.
I felt his warm breath on my neck. Tickling me. Almost like a kiss.
His heartbeat thrummed under his jacket.
His breathing almost calmed me.
But I didn't dare to breathe.
Not until I knew what was happening.
Not until I knew he wouldn't slide the knife over my throat without a second thought.
Not until I knew what he wanted.
I looked into Carter's eyes. And reminded myself not to drown in their despair.
And to not breathe.
The knife was so close to my throat that if I breathed
I'd die.
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Nightmares
Teen FictionFollowing a tragic accident, an insomniac struggles to deal with the memories and guilt that he feels every day. He carries secrets with him that no one knows, but when he meets Harper, a girl with struggles and secrets of her own, he feels a conne...
