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"STOP!" I screamed. I had been trying to tell this guy that he had my phone, and not his.
"SERIOUSLY?!" I yelled in his direction, while running as fast as I could towards him. I was thinking about turning back and just using his, but my phone has all my pictures and phone numbers. I can't just forget about my phone and use his.
It was dark out and I was starting to feel uncomfortable being out of my house. At that point I was thinking
"Wow, I probably shoulda stayed inside my house". I could have gotten my brother to pick up a light bulb after he finished work. BUT NO. Now I'm in this situation where I'm chasing after this guy who grabbed my phone instead of his at the bus stop.
"YOU HAVE MY FRICKEN PHONE! STOP AND GIVE IT BACK!" I screamed with my last drop of energy. I dropped to the cement, gasping for air. The cold, snowy sidewalk felt nice on my burning knees. When I looked up, I noticed the man had stopped.
"What did you say to me?" The man asked.
"You have my phone. I have your phone.... trade" i gasped out.
"I know" he laughed. I was starting to feel even more uncomfortable.
"Your brother and I have some unfinished business... you, my dear are going to help me tell him how serious I am" he chuckled darkly. While he was saying that, he was getting closer and closer to me. Before I knew it he was directly in front of me, kneeling down. He grabbed be by the hair and dragged me into the nearby forest. I tried t get away from him, but I couldn't. When I started to scream, he put a knife to my throat. He dragged me to the clearing in the middle of the forest and pushed me into the snow. He then held my face in the snow and stabbed me in the back of my neck. Pain rushed through my body as he continued to stab me. After a minute, the pain stopped and I started to get colder. After that, I started to feel sleepy. I barely noticed that I was being dragged away, but I didn't care. I just wanted to sleep.
When I woke up I was in an unfamiliar place. 'Am I dead, or was that just a dream?' I thought to myself, as I got up out of the bed I was tucked into. I noticed a slip of paper on the night stand that read 'clean clothes in the closet. Clean towels in the attached bathroom'. I wasn't going to wash up, but then I realized that I was covered in blood. 'So I wasn't a dream' I thought. I sighed and grabbed a towel and jumped (not literally) into the shower. I'm pretty sure that was the most uncomfortable shower I have ever had. I then, got dressed. I put on white knee-high socks and, a white strapless dress (pin.it/hiLiZ-g).When I looked into the mirror, I noticed my black hair had turned white and my tanned skin had turned pale.
I stared into the mirror, shocked. I was so distracted that I didn't hear the door open.
"I see you have washed up and gotten dressed" a voice said.