Where Will I Be Tomorrow? by Katie Wilkerson (reading well txt) 📕

was outside up until him scaring me behind the dumpster. He stood, seemingly shocked, “we got to get back down there.” He grabbed my arm, not too tight to where it hurts, but tight enough I couldn’t pull away. We started to head to the front of the alley towards the street. Towards where the man might be. He could be sitting there waiting for me to show myself. I start to pull my arm from the cop not wanting to see the crazed look in the man’s eyes again. Fear starts to encumber me. My arms start tingling, my legs feel weak, I feel useless, as the “policeman” keeps pulling me along and that’s when I hear.

 

“I found her, boss.” I look up and the “policeman” who was dragging me was talking to the man with a scar on his face. Dread fills me. I’m stuck in something I can’t get out of, I’m dead… I need to do something. The sick twisted smiles on their faces, the grotesque thoughts they probably have in their heads. They killed my parents. That’s all I can think, ‘they killed my parents.’ The man with a scar on his face smiles, a murderous smile, before knocking me out cold.

 

Then, I wake up, it’s close to the end of 5th hour, not the much more until the end of the day, but the thoughts of the dream never leave me.

Authors Note:

 Hey so I was just wondering if anyone liked it and if I should continue you please leave your thoughts in the comment section or message me ^_^.

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Publication Date: 11-30-2014

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Dedication:
To everyone for giving me the inspiration.