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She was the toughest person I'd ever met, so when she cracked, I crumpled. If she couldn't do it, then how could I? But as the creature reared its ugly head, I found myself chopping at its neck, and drawing thick, black, noxious blood.
There are millions of thoughts swarming, buzzing, inside my head. Anxieties about tomorrow, next week, next year. Did I do my chemistry homework? Am I going to get my project finished on time? Can I pass next year's finals? But whenever you walk into the room, I feel calm. You are my rock, and if I hold on tight enough, I will never be lost.
There are millions of thoughts swarming, buzzing, inside my head. And you make them all fall silent as an august night.
He was stalking me. Had been for months. My friends all said I should be happy about it, that someone finally loved me, but I don't think it's love. I don't really think they're my friends, either. He threatened to cut off all my hair while I slept, and I asked him to stop.He said no. He threatened to cut of my head while I slept, and the police told me he didn't really mean it, and not to trouble them with my lovers' quarrels. I don't sleep anymore.
The hospital lights blinked twice and then went out for good; just like that, the last safe haven on Earth was gone. The fight, the war was over. The darkness had won.
One by one, the ghosts swirled out of their graves and into the Annapolis sky. They lay among the stars, casting a hazy rainbow glow across the city. It was really quite pretty. It was a shame that only Harlie could see them.
The late afternoon rays of sunlight reflected off the blonde girl's hair and made her blue eyes shine even bluer. The fact that she was outside meant that she wasn't one of them, so why was I afraid to get close? There were rumors, of course, that a select few could survive the sun, but how true could they possibly be? I closed my eyes, gathered my wits, and walked over to her. She smiled, but it didn't quite reach her eyes.
The next thing I knew was the inside of this stupid cell that I can't for the life of me escape from.
The box was locked from the inside. That was peculiar, there was a key on the desk, but the side of the lock that had the keyhole was on the inside, and there was no way to unlock it from this side. Frustrated, Charlotte slid the box off the table, and onto the floor. It smashed in a puff of lilac, glittery, odorous smoke, and reappeared, unharmed, on the table.
The environment had all but vanished. Days were hot, nights were hot, and so were the mornings and afternoons and every other time of day you can think of. All devastatingly hot, all year long. It had been this way for generations, and just because Mazee was accustomed to it did not make it alright in her mind.
I thought I was fast, but she ran circles around me.
Literally.
She lapped me twice and won the race by far.
"How can she be human?" I said to no one in particular. (Spoiler Alert: she wasn't)
It ran like clockwork. The little "clunk clunk clunk" that it made was as soothing to listen to as the ocean.
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