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Her feet slapped the drenched dirt ground as she ran and hopped over fallen logs and branches. He was coming after her. She could hear his heavy footsteps as he after her. "I'm gonna get you," he taunted with his slurry drunken voice she had sadly grown used to.
She couldn't let that happen. She would never go back. Her legs felt numb and blood pounded in her ears as she ran faster. He was getting closer. She could smell the alcohal in his breath. She screamed in panic and tried to regain her balance from almost falling on a patch moss that was growing on the ground.
His evil and horrible laugh rang through her ears like a horror movie song. "Say good-bye," he cackled with twisted pleasure. She made the mistake of turning around. Her eyes widened at the sight of his huge blade. It gleamed wickedly in the moonlight as he neared her.
His face was streched so much that she couldn't tell if it was a smile or a frown. She guessed it wasn't the latter. She screamed as he feet slipped out from under her. Her back hit the rough ground and she groaned in pain.
This was it. It was the end. She knew this as he hovered above her. He watched with wide eyes as he drove the blade into her chest, twisting happily as her screamed filled his ears.
A thirteen year-old Olive sprung up in bed, face drenched in sweat and tears. She groaned when she realized she was in her room. Glancing at the clock, she saw the time 2:08 am blink back at her as the eight changed into a nine. Olive had gotten an uneasy sfive hours and didn't feel like going back to sleep any time soon.
But she knew that she should. Olive didn't want to be grumpy for her boyfriend Fletcher. Anyway, he would probably know something was up when she came down for breakfast with bags under her eyes. She sighed sadly and laid back down and closed her eyes, making sure the blankets were to her chin before falling into a stiff sleep.
Fletcher open his eyes groggily as his alarm blared loudly in his ear from it's spot on his bedside table. Monday mornings would have to be his most hated part of the week. Mondays were just bad days during the school year in general really.
He slapped the snooze button with a grunt. After he was satisfied that it had shut up, Fletcher sat up in bed and rubbed his eyes before stumbling out of bed and into Olive's room. "Rise and shine," he muttered as he shook her body. It gave a jolt before she notice it was him.
Flipping her self onto her back, she saw the concern in his eyes. Olive rolled her eyes playfully and acted as if nothing happened. "Don't be so worried," she told him and pecked his cheek as she got out of bed and made her way to the bathroom. He followed her out of the room with a wary look and sighed. "You sure?" he asked. Olive spun herself around and looked at him with her arms crossed. "Quit worrying so much," she said, slightly annoyed even though she knew perfectly well that he was just very overprotective.
Fletcher sighed kissed her quickly. "I'm just worried," he said while looking at her with puppy dog eyes. Olive nodded and opened the bathroom door. "Just stop being so parinod and go make sure Janet makes the amazing homemade punch she promised for my birthday." With that being said, Olive slipped into the bathroom and Fletcher heard the tiny click of the door locking. He turned and went back to his room.
After he threw on a pair of green skinny jeans and a black and white stripped shirt, he heard his phone go off, meaning he had a text. Fletcher glanced at his phone and saw Lexi's name on the screen.
Does Olive knw bout the prty?- Lexi
He rolled his eyes. Of course it would be about this. Lexi hasn't stopped obsessing over they party since they started planning it.
Corse she dsn't knw about it Blondie!- Fletcher
Srry but smetimes u can be dense & I wanne mke this perfect.-Lexi
Well it's gnna be a surprise. I wouldn't spoil it- Fletcher
After looking over there conversation, he realized something.
WHT'D U MEAN I'M DENSE?- Fletcher