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Unfortunately, im not.
Chapter Two : Despair
Sakura felt as though she just swallowed a lung. Her father, mutilated in his study. She, home alone. She ran into her room and quickly picked up the phone.
She stopped and she saw something that made her heart stop completely.
On the wall in her room, were huge letters.
I'm coming for you, Sakura
They were written in blood.
She hastily dialed 911. Nothing. Suddenly she realized that someone had cut her phone line. Whoever this killer was, he was still in the house. Instinctively, she turned her head to the window, and looked at it as the only chance of escape. Already, she could hear footsteps coming closer. She sprinted toward her window and started to open it.
It was locked.
She looked around, scanning her room for anything she could smash the window with. She caught sight of a fishing pole that she had used three years ago, when she went with her dad and brother to go fishing at a nearby lake. The pole would bend, she knew that. However, the handle was hard. This, she also knew.
With all her strength, she struck the window as hard as she could. It cracked, and Sakura struck it again and again. Already she her the footsteps outside her door.
"This is it," she thought, "I'm going to die. I'm not going to get married. I'm not going to have children, I'm not going to be happy..," her thoughts ended abruptly when the door was struck repeatedly with a crowbar.
Sakura ran into the closet, held her knees to her chest, and prayed silently that it was not a killer and it was the police.
And she waited.
Chapter Two : Despair
Sakura felt as though she just swallowed a lung. Her father, mutilated in his study. She, home alone. She ran into her room and quickly picked up the phone.
She stopped and she saw something that made her heart stop completely.
On the wall in her room, were huge letters.
I'm coming for you, Sakura
They were written in blood.
She hastily dialed 911. Nothing. Suddenly she realized that someone had cut her phone line. Whoever this killer was, he was still in the house. Instinctively, she turned her head to the window, and looked at it as the only chance of escape. Already, she could hear footsteps coming closer. She sprinted toward her window and started to open it.
It was locked.
She looked around, scanning her room for anything she could smash the window with. She caught sight of a fishing pole that she had used three years ago, when she went with her dad and brother to go fishing at a nearby lake. The pole would bend, she knew that. However, the handle was hard. This, she also knew.
With all her strength, she struck the window as hard as she could. It cracked, and Sakura struck it again and again. Already she her the footsteps outside her door.
"This is it," she thought, "I'm going to die. I'm not going to get married. I'm not going to have children, I'm not going to be happy..," her thoughts ended abruptly when the door was struck repeatedly with a crowbar.
Sakura ran into the closet, held her knees to her chest, and prayed silently that it was not a killer and it was the police.
And she waited.