Hello~! This is a new story idea I had, so yeah.
It's just the epilogue, so sorry it's so short. More to come, soon.
WARNING: Blood, death.
DON'T OWN OURAN!
Epilogue
SLAM! SMASH!
Sounds echoed from downstairs.
I hugged my knees, biting my lip, eyes squeezed shut.
I heard a scream, then something hitting a wall.
A yelp fought to be called, but I held it back.
No. Stay quiet Ash. I told myself, scooting back a bit further into the wardrobe.
I could smell blood.
I have to get out. I have to. My life literally depends on it.
I crawled forward to the door of the closet, then inched it open.
Before I did anything, I picked up the leather bracelet on my desk and slipped it on. It had a single diamond studded into the leather. It was my most prized possession, and it helped me stay calm.
Then I heard something hit into my bedroom door.
Fuckfuckfuckfuck! What do I do?!
I felt myself trembling.
Then I remembered the second door in my room. It was behind my desk.
I took the edge and heaved it up and dragged it out. The wood scraped against the hardwood floor. I winced.
The door was old and had never been used, but still opened.
Taking the knob, I turned it and threw the door open the second my other door opened. A man with dark eyes and hair, covered in blood and holding two kitchen knives, staggered in.
I felt fear chill me to the heart, then fled from the room.
I heard the man giving chase, and sped up.
As soon as I reached the loungeroom, I saw my mother's dead body, and gasped, but kept running for my life.
I felt a hand grab my wrist and screamed.
Pain shot through my chest as a knife slid through my ribs.
My vision went fuzzy and I fell forward, dead.
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