It's just me and him, all alone in the garden, my back against the wall, my blunt on the ground, the blunt having fallen out of my hand just moments ago. The man in the hood watched me, his creepy, non-blinking stare focused on me and me alone. My stomach churned, but I put on my best smile, trying to not show fear, trying not to provoke him.
But he just kept coming, ignoring my discomfort. His expression was cool, almost unfeeling as he walked closer. I tried to will my feet to move, but they felt stuck in place. I tried to speak, but my throat felt choked up and dry (though that might've been from the blunt). I looked around, hoping that someone, anyone, was around, that someone could save me.
But nobody came.
Suddenly, he pulls out a knife and reached out for me, grabbing me by the collar and pulling me close. "Don't worry," He whispered, his blue eyes alight with that sick enjoyment that I'll never forget. "We'll be together forever..."
And then I felt a sharp pain as he plunged the knife into my belly.
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RomanceRina Hart, latest celebrity singer and actress-to-be, is on top of the world. All the guys want her, all the girls want to be her, and everyone's eyes are on her. But after an incident at a party where Rina got stabbed by a crazed fan, both her pare...
