Lost Hope, Shyanne Henderson [best fantasy books to read TXT] 📗

“You're on your own.” He walked out of the restaurant and drove off.

    I got home around two that afternoon still wondering what happened back at Taco Bell. I was so lost about everything. How could he say that I was on my own and just leave like he did? All I could think was that it was time for me to make up my own game plan.

    Night rolled around faster than usually, but I was ready for this. They weren’t going to take me down, I was going to take them down. I put everything together, gloves, knife, and a black mask. I was so ready. Everyone had already went to bed, I just had to figure out what time to do this. Maybe around three? No maybe midnight. Any how I was going to do this I was not going to hesitate. See Michael can leave me on my own, I still know what I’m doing here.

    There was no noise creeping through the house at all when midnight came. Silence took over the night for once. I had been creeping around the carpet floors to my parents bedroom. Everything I wore was covered in black beside the shiny knife that is being held in my hand. Slowly and carefully I creeped into the room still no sounds were being made. I had lived in this house for so long that I knew every spot on the floors that made a creak. I could see my parents laying there on the bed wrapped up in their blankets. I was kind of surprised that they weren’t out to get me since they had failed. I snuck up to the bed, holding the knife high when suddenly i realized that something was wrong. There was no one in the bed. I froze up and couldn’t believe this, where were they?

    I grabbed my neck suddenly when I felt something come around it choking me. I gasped for precise air as I yanked on the object to get it away from my neck. I knew this was to happen. I failed, they had finally won this battle.

Publication Date: 04-04-2014

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Dedication:
This is dedicated to my friend Alexander Wolfe who did last summer from kidney cancer. We all miss you!