"Quiet when I'm coming home and I'm on my own."
Trust (noun)- firm belief in the reliability, truth, ability, or strength of someone or something.
"No! No! Please! No!" I cried. "Leave me alone!" I was being chased down a long hallway as a demon like figure follows me. I look over my shoulder as I see it start to catch up to me. "Y̴o̸u̸ ̶c̷a̴n̶'̵t̶ ̵r̵u̶n̸ ̸f̸o̵r̷e̴v̷e̶r̶ ̶." (You can't run forever.) It says in a demonic and glitchy voice. I turn my head back forward and I suddenly hit a wall. I fall to the floor and land on hard on my back. I scramble to turn around and push myself up against the wall as much as I can. My head is pounding like it's going to explode and my back feels like it's being pulled out of my body.
I see the figure approach closer to me. It's just a black silhouette in a hallway lit by dark red lighting. It was coming towards me. The figure almost felt similar.
I held my arms around my head to protect myself. They took my arms and gently pulled them away from my head and leaned in, almost like they were going to kiss me. I sat there frozen, waiting for them to probably kill me. "J̸u̵s̴t̴ ̴t̴r̴u̷s̶t̵ ̷m̸e̵." (Just trust me.) The figure with now bright green eyes and shining white teeth with extreme sharp looking fangs said incredibly close to me while looking straight into my eyes.
And with that, everything vanished and I woke up from my nightmare in a cold sweat and sat up. I felt a headache start to form in the same spot I hit my head on the wall in my dream.
"What the hell was that?" I said to myself while breathing heavily. I looked at my alarm clock to see it was 5 am. Well, I might as well start getting ready now. I thought to myself.
I got out of my bed and got ready for school.
After a day of shoves and pushes by people who haven't even asked what my name is; I was finally home.
I mindlessly did my homework and cleaned my room and went downstairs to see my mom making dinner.
I had helped make the spaghetti as she was finishing making the sauce.
"How was your day sweetie?" My mother asked me.
If only you knew the have of it mom.
"It was for the most part good, a few shoves from some kids. Nothing I can't handle."
She stood there silent.
She turned around to face me and pulled me into a tight hug.
"You're so strong. Thank you for helping me today, and everyday you've helped me. You're the strongest kid I know. Don't ever change, you are so strong and beautiful the way you are." She said sniffling into my shoulder.
"I love you too ma." I said tearing up.
She pulled away from the hug and gave me a kiss on the cheek and a quick tight squeeze hug. And turned back to the stove and stirred the sauce. I wiped a few stray tears from my face and went back to the pasta.
Once the pasta and sauce was done we put them into a large bowl at took the garlic bread out of the oven. We put everything on the table and began eating.
Once we finished we put our dishes in the sink and I went upstairs to bed.
I laid in my bed and looked at the clock.
I can't sleep, I'm going to the creek. I need some fresh air.
I put on my oversized dark blue sweatshirt, and put on my sneakers. I grabbed my phone, and hopped out of my window.
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The Creek (Antisepticeye x OC)Fanfiction
"I felt an uncontrollable darkness overcome me. I felt my veins be flooded with a darkness I couldn't control." || *I do not own the picture in the cover I just put the title on.* An Antisepticeye fan-fiction 8/14/19 **DISCONTINUED**