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Nao's NightTerrors
Chapter 1
Nao yawned lazily, stretching like a cat in her queen sized mattress. She opened her eyes and turned her face to the sun, its bright light flooding the room. She breathed deeply. She was right , she thought to herself as she smiled, in the morning it will all be gone. Her worries, her fears, her problem.
Gone with the wind! she sang as she jumped noiselessly from the bed to open the window. But the window was already open when she reached for it. Nevertheless, she laughed to herself, exuberant at her triumph. Shizuru is gone. She was just a figment of Nao's imagination. She had been all along. She skipped her way out the door down the stairs.
"OW!" she yelped as she stepped on something hard and sharp. She looked down and saw a small round and yellow object on the floor. She picked it up and scrutinized it for a moment. it look familiar. Then she threw it unceremoniously on her bed. She had been worrying about unnecessary things for the past four months.
"I ought to give myself a break and a treat," she trilled merrily as she went on her way and hopped to a in front of the fridge. She was about to open it when something crimson and shiny caught her eye. She moved her head a fraction of an inch and she stumbled back in terror, the frightened cry frozen on her lips.
There was a pool of blood some three feet away from where she stood seconds ago. Nao's breathing quickened and it echoed across the small kitchen. She stayed on the floor hand pressed flat against the cold linoleum floor, not knowing what to do next, not even knowing what to think. She felt something strange on her left thumb. She jerked her hand up in surprised and in a flash jumped up again with a strained yelp. Her eyes wandered all over the room in stunned disbelief. There it was that scarlet fluid of life splattered all over the once clean white walls and over the steel appliances.
She turned and ran from the room, blinking her eyes to erase that morbid image from her mind. But she stopped dead in her tracks. Her path was blocked by one she had wanted to erase the night before. She felt her insides clench and turn to ice; she couldn't summon enough willpower to make her muscles move. She wanted to run, run the other way. But she couldn't seem to move. She shut her eyes.
"I am not a figment of your imagination Nao," she heard that voice, that voice she knew so well.
Her eyes jerked wide open in surprise.
"Not this time, at least."
"NO!" Nao was able to make her legs move but her knees buckled and she slumped to the floor. "AAAHHH," she groaned not so much because of the pain of the fall - she hardly felt a thing - but because she was lying prostate at the feet of the approaching ghost.
"Stubborn much, my friend?" the phantom whispered sarcastically.
"Go away!" Nao roared up to her. "Why won't you leave me alone, SHIZURU?" she whimpered helplessly.
"You know I can't do that, Nao," Shizuru cooed with a smug grin on her face. "We're on a level playing field now, the same world once again."
All the while Shizuru was talking, Nao struggled to crawl away from that witch bur Shizuru would easily follow. Once nimble step of hers was two or three pained thrust of Nao as she clutched at nothing to reach the phone in the living room. "What are you talking about?" she gasped as she urged herself forward.
"NAO."
Nao cried out in surprise and terror as she felt Shizuru grab a fist of hair and yanked it so powerfully that her face was already turned upward.
"I can touch you now." Shizuru sneered before she hurled Nao's body, limp with dread, to the wall. The blood-curling scream that issued from Nao's lips was sure to wake the neighbors up. Shizuru was stepping over the fallen wall frames to grab Nao once more and, in one frantic moment, Nao still had the time to ask in her mind why no one was trying to help her.
"Poor Nao. Confused? Take a look at yourself!" Shizuru dragged Nao to the full length mirror that was there on the opposite wall.
Nao clawed at Shizuru's face but she didn't even cry out in pain. Shizuru stopped to press Nao's face against the cold mirror.
"Take a look and tell me if you see anything , my friend? Tell me!"
Nao looked, expecting to see her disheveled hair twisted about the evil witch's claws and her olive green eyes wide in terror and drenched in tears. But when she looked, there was nothing. She looked frantically around her. The only things reflected were the debris, the overturned couch, and the other things in the living room. No Nao. No Shizuru, with her crimson eyes and brunette hair.
"Let me guess. You forgot. Well, here. Allow me."
Nao felt herself being hurled upward once more. She flew through the air as if being propelled by a rocket engine, screaming. then she collapsed face down back on the blood-soaked kitchen floor. She opened her eyes. She was panting. She looked up. A familiar shade of green met her eyes. Her eyes traveled downward. She felt herself being doused with a fresh dose of terror. She screamed with all her might.
The cold dead eyes staring blankly up at the ceiling were her very own.
So that was chapter 1...So what do you think?is it good or bad? pls do review!