Taps at the window startled me awake, I wasn't sure if it was a dream or not, so I tried to go back to sleep. The taps started up again, I jumped out of bed terrified to move until I heard the voice of my dumb ass boyfriend. “Emma! Let me in! It’s cold and I have a birthday present for you!”
I ran to the window trying to pry it open, “Anthony! What are you doing you idiot?! You shouldn't be here!” Secretly I was glad that my mum washed my favorite boxers and singlet, “Ok fine, but you can’t be here for long, and what are you talking about birthday present? My birthday isn't for another 3 days!”
“I know, but I’m thirsty.” He looked at me with hungry eyes’; a chill ran up my spine.
“A-A-Anthony, w-what are you d-doing?!”
Blood trickled down my neck, as my struggles became weak. The deep redness of my blood stained my creamy skin. I tried to move from under him but his arms were locked around me. I was unable to move. I struggled trying to get free from under him as much as I could but every time I did, more pain was inflicted. It became difficult to move, being unable to feel much of my limbs. The pain faded as I became limp. Not sure of how much life was left in me, but it was worth a shot, I gathered as much might as I could and swung. I wasn't sure where I was swinging but glad when I hit something and heard a cry of pain. The pressure released from my neck, I felt bare. Struggling to get up, I heard movement behind me and started to move faster. The weight crushed me and I felt the pain of new flesh being torn, I slipped away and felt the life leave my body.
I woke up on what I assumed was the next day, confused. It seems like last night was a dream but I wasn't sure, my hand slapped my neck, no holes. It was just a dream, I hope. I arrived at school still shaking off my absorbing dream, but I couldn't help remembering the face of the boy, the one who murdered me. I have never seen him in my life, but somehow, I knew him, he was mine and what he had done, was my choice.
so what do you think so far??