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The scream pierced my ears and I wept at the sound and sight of the body plummeting down beside me. The mountain trek was not going as expected, that was for sure
We all knew each other well, or at least we thought so before it happened. We had all been friends since we were tiny so we were hit hard with a jolt of realisation that the people that we thought we knew were definitely not who we thought they were, their reactions to the accident proved this, hell, they proved it better than anything that had happened in our lives so far
Dreams, they affect you in the waking world as you can sometimes remember them, but when something that you dream comes true, then it's sometimes difficult to tell the waking world and the dream world apart
"Someone help me!" She screamed, loud as life and twice as painful to the eardrums. The girl stumbled along the muddy track, her boots and the bottom of her jeans caked with the thick sludge. "Please god someone help me!" She began to cry but the tears went unnoticed in amongst the rain and smudged make-up on her face. She tripped and fell flat on the floor; before she could stand a dark figure loomed above her. The girl did not even have time to scream before the heavy axe thudded down onto her throat
"God," moaned Honor, "look at the two of them. Doesn't it just make you sick!" Honor's usually gorgeous face twisted into a cruel smile. "Elise! Conner! Get a room won't you!" This bitchy catcall raised a laugh from many of the Mandrel High students out in the courtyard. The couple were lying on the grass together, they weren't actually doing anything to deserve the statement, but...
The music was louder than Cat had ever heard, it drowned out the sounds of her friends talking and people singing along, it hurt her head but she was too doped up to feel the pain any way. She realised with a giggle that if she screamed no one would be able to hear her. She didn't realise that soon enough, she would be screaming, and the music would remain as loud as ever so no one would hear her cries
The drone of the washing machines had started to get to Kathy. She finally quit her crappy, poorly paid job at the crappy village's Laundromat in April and took the summer to have fun and shop around for another job. In June she got a job at a clothes shop called 'Les Vetements'. The owner of the shop was a forty-something year old French woman with a taste for unusual clothing
"What would you know about how it feels to lose someone you love?" She screamed hysterically, the tears that had been held back for over three years streaming down her face with renewed vigour. "You have no idea how it feels so don't you even think about telling me to calm down, just, don't!" She gave up trying to hold back any of her emotion then. For over three years she had kept all the tears, all the pain, all the fear, frustration and panic locked away inside her. Right then she let it all out in a huge tidal wave that took her breath away and sent her to her knees from the heartache. Her friend ran to her side and cradled her in his arms.
"It's okay," he soothed her "it's all okay, you can cry, there's nothing wrong with crying. Come on. Everything will be fine. Ssh honey, everything will be fine." She snapped her head up.
"You don't know about it do you?" she said suddenly, "They never told you." A little light flicked on in her eyes then that was a little disturbing.
"Never told me what?" He said slowly. She looked away with a sly smile that made her look quite dangerous. "Never told me what!" He repeated, louder this time
The scar swam in front of Jessie's face and she could hardly believe what she was seeing.
"No." she choked.
"Yes." Said Carmen defiantly. The slash mark that ran from the base of her throat to the top of her left breast was a sure thing; it was there, solid and irremovable on her body. An ugly reminder of the summer that had shaped the rest of her life and made her hide from the cops, her family and the one person who could identify and punish her.
"Isabel." She choked. Like her, Isabel/Carmen had changed her hairstyle and colour, had changed her name and had changed her look. But Isabel/Carmen had also lost a lot of weight and was now wearing contact lenses instead of her glasses. Jessie realised that she would never have recognised her if Isabel/Carmen hadn't shown her the scar.
"Yes, CASSANDRA, it's me Isabel." Isabel/Carmen laughed her high pitched maniacal laugh that Cassandra/Jessie hadn't heard since she had given her that scar with a kitchen knife two summers beforehand
Mya ran around the corner, following the screams and sounds of fighting.
"Not Micah," she whispered "please not Micah!" She ran down the alley, her white, Nike sneakers softly slapping the sidewalk. She turned the last corner and stopped dead, her mouth hanging open in shock, disbelief and confusion.
Yes there was a fight going on. Yes it consisted of a young girl and a guy, but the girl was not Micah, nor did she look like Micah in anyway. Also, she was completely kicking this guy's ass!
"Hi," she gasped turning to Mya "I'm Kat." She yanked her arm back sharply, elbowing the man in the nose. "Could you help me out here?" Kat had long, bright red hair, which she was wearing down. She had a perfect figure and was dressed in black, leather pants and a small black, leather top with red flames dancing along the bottom of it. She wore dark lipstick and had dark brown eyes. Her hair had obviously once been brown but the dye had made it as red as the red on the American flag.
Mya's own hair was black and tied back in a ponytail after her kickboxing lesson. She still had the white bandage on her hands.
"Duck!" Yelled Mya. Kat dropped to the floor and rolled as the big man she was fighting sailed over the top of her. Mya somersaulted over to Kat and fought the man with her side by side. She spinning heel kicked him in the back and Kat hammer punched his face. He fell to the ground and Mya grabbed Kat's hand.
"Run," She ordered "fast."
"You'll never get away with this." Coughed Jasper, struggling against his restraints.
"You're wrong there," hissed Black "We already have gotten away with it."
"You ready?" snarled Dark. Black slid his finger over a long blade.
"Yes." Whispered Black. The deadly pair advanced upon Jasper.
"Please!" Cried Jasper
Laura stared with morbid fascination at the thin lines on her wrists. They became slightly thicker as she watched and turned pink along the edges. Then slowly, as though her body has turned on an invisible faucet, dark red blood began filling the cuts. It sprang up in drops and then the parts in between the drops filled up with the life-giving liquid
"Every time I look at you I don't see you anymore." Cried Helen "All, all I see is the guy I used to love all broken down. I don't see you as the same strong guy who would carry me around on his back, or, or the same boy who would hug me and make me feel like I was totally protected. Now all I see is the illness. All I see is the pain that you go through day after day. And it kills me. Looking at you eats me up inside." The tears flowed ever more rapidly down Helen's cheeks now and she looked Sam straight in the eye. "If you die, I'll die as well. Because there's no way that I could even think about living without you. Losing you, it would kill me. And if I do lose you, I swear I, I...
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