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Sitting on the edge of my grandmother’s bed, my heart rapidly beating and my breath becoming shallow. Zoning out, I can hear loud rings in my ear and my vision becoming blurry. I could barely hear what my grandmother or Linda was saying to me. All I could think was Did she say he was a demon?
I was dressed and ready to head down stairs with Edmund. While we walked, he grasped my hand with his own and smiled. My heart fluttered as a response and I looked away sheepishly. When we arrived at the kitchen, Alex was already chowing down his meal and making a mess. Grandmother was busy cooking to notice what we were up to. “You guys talked it out?” My grandmother asked, still facing away. My face instantly burned bright red at her comment and quickly let go of Edmund’s hand. “What do you mean?” I asked, glancing at Edmund sideways. He shrugged his shoulders with the same ‘I don’t know what sh
It was an interesting evening, during dinner it was long and filled with awkward silence. I wasn’t able to even look them in the eye as I just sat eating the meal Edmund prepared. “ Alright Snow, what is wrong?” Edmund asked, eyeing me. “Is it the food I made?” He added, looking at his own plate. “Your cooking is always bad to me” Alex teased, pretending he was going to be sick. I paused for a moment before lifting my head up and frowned. “What do you mean always? You two do know each other?” I hesitated for a second, not sure what I would be told. They both looked at each other then over to me as I sat
I was standing in the middle of the woods, surrounded by nothing but trees and overgrown shrubs. The trees loomed over me so high that you cannot see the sky at all. I wrap my arms around me as my heart pounded loudly in my chest and breathing heavily. The cold air nipped my exposed bare skin, making me shiver. My eyes adjusted to the darkness surrounding me trying to find a way out. I continued to search when I heard my name calling me. “Abigail” the voice sounded so sweet and kind. I wasn’t sure to follow it or not. Hesitated, I moved slowly to where the voice was calling me. “Abigail” why does the voice sound familiar?
Edmund looked at me, this time his expression looked curious, but hurt. I blinked at the question and was about to answer until I was interrupted by a high pitch voice. “Well, isn’t it creeper” Vicki’s voice was such an annoyance. I flinched and sighed looking up to her looming over me. She was inches away from my face. “Who’s the new person?” She questioned, a smirk curled the corner of her lips as she stared me down. I wanted to tell her none of your business, but I knew it would backfire on me. “Vicki this is Edmund Addington” I softly spoke towards her, turning my eyes away from her. Vicki frowned at
‘How did he get here so fast’ I thought, he was literally at the pharmacy. ‘Wasn’t he?’ I believe the expression on my face made him arched an eyebrow and chuckled. “So we meet again” His voice was so smooth and husky made my cheeks redden just staring at him. “Um, yeah” I was able to get out as I stood at the doorway. His eyes scanned from my face to my hands holding the tray. “Excellent, I was just getting ready to set up my computer to write” He stepped to the side to let me enter the room. I hesitated for a moment before entering slowly and walked over to the small table we had placed in the room for them to use. It was placed in a way that when they