"Be quiet they will hear you!"
I begin to gasp for air hoping I could scream for anyone one last time. "You little bitch!" I feel a kick to my stomach and I begin to fall into a deep sleep. I scream one last time. Was it enough? I woke up feeling all the pain it was another dream but I woke up with bruises and pain knowing it would be a long day.
Hello my name is Amber I'm sixteen and I'm going to tell you my deep, dark secret. My secret is I'm a "dream walker" I call myself that but scientists say I astro-project will I sleep. Though telling the secret will open up a world of hate and despair for me I need to tell someone. It all started when I was four....
(Flashback)
It was a calm summer night and i could hear noise down stairs so being four i was curious i walked down stairs just in time to see My mother standing at 5 foot 4 inches had long dark black hair and she had lime green eyes she was the perfect image of beauty. Yelling at My father who was a large man he was 6 foot 2 inches not fat but built he had light blonde hair and vibrant grey eyes. I walked down stairs to see my mother and father fighting which wasn't abnormal. Only this time my mothers eyes seemed very dull and my father had more rage in his eyes then I've ever seen before. Then I heard a sound I'd never heard before, BANG! I peeked my eyes over the railing my mother was laying on the floor covered in blood, I then looked to my father who was weeping without a single word he simply stood up and ran. I called 9-1-1 hoping they would understand what had happened. I cried and held my mothers lifeless body waiting for the ambulance to show. Once they finally came they put me in a police car and drove me away without a care for my dead mother. I sat in the back screaming turn around but a police office, I believe his name was Alan, just simply said, " The others will take care of her we need you for questioning."
The night was long and never ending and they kept asking questions like, "where could your dad have gone" or, "Did you see him shoot your mother, why would he have shot her." Being only four I had no answer that could really help them so all I said was, " I don't know." Shortly after they put me in an asylum they said I wasn't mentally safe anymore.
(Flashback ends)
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My secret
RandomAmber is 16 and she has a dark secret like no other. From the age four to now she has been abused and learning about the mysterious happenings in her life but she is being tracked by her father who vanished after killing her mother because he knew t...
