She thought she had lost everything. He thought he had everything. She wished no one loved her. He wished everyone would love him. She just wanted the battle to be over. He wanted it to go on forever. She wanted to give up. He never let her. She wa...
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The sound of a gunshot made me jolt. I twist just at the right angle making the bullet hit my shoulder. I screamed in pain and collapsed, clutching my right shoulder. I flop down on my back lazily and looked up at Zach.
"You'll never win!" I spat at him.
"Oh, sweet Blazefur, you never give up do you?" He asked, kneeling beside me.
"NO!" I yowled in outrage, reaching for a gun beside me.
But he already kicked the gun away, stomping on my arm in the process. I choked on a sob, clutching my right arm to my chest. Then I couldn't do anything. Zach was nowhere to be seen. Pain. I just felt numb. I couldn't move. I couldn't see. I couldn't feel. I tried to feel something. I was stuck. I couldn't breathe. I just laid in the grass. The world around me had gone silent. Nothingness. Darkness. Just an endless black hole.
I sit up straight as my eyes shot open. I was still breathing heavily. Sweat dripped down my temple. I gulped trying to slow my increasing heart rate. I had to tell Rusty. I glance at the clock.
4:26
I run my hands through my wavy hair and grabbed my phone. I glance at my shoulder. No blood. Strange.
Meet me in my room.
I text him. He almost texts back immediately.
I'm coming ;)
I pace around my room repeating the same words in my head. It was just a dream. It wasn't real. It was fake. Dreams aren't real. Zach isn't evil. I'm not hurt. It was just a dream. Just a dream. Just a dream. Just a dream. It wasn't real. I had to repeat that over ten times before I actually believed myself. I look at the window hoping to see the familiar blaze orange hair. I start chewing on my fingernails to subside the worry that was creeping up on me. I heard a knock on the window. I rush over, unlock the window, and opened it.
"Thanks for coming," I sigh in relief.
"Anytime," Rusty smiled.
But by the way he looked, I knew he was troubled too.
"What's going on?" He asks.
"I had a dream. Eh, more like a nightmare," I grumble.
"I had one too," He murmured.
I go back to pacing and chewing my nails. I had enough things to worry about. Mom was in the hospital ill with cancer, my Dad is one inch closer to getting fired and I still haven't figured out what to wear for a function we're having at school.
