I woke up with the hope that everything had been the product of a bad nightmare. I was lying on the floor of Nisha's room; which I found very strange that I was here. I sat back, realizing that it had not been a nightmare but the sad reality.
Nisha wasn't in the room, so I went downstairs and into the kitchen, she was there alone, she was throwing the remains of her breakfast in the trash can. She put the plate in the sink and came out, running through me. I felt strange that she had done that. But I followed her anyway, I wanted to see what she did to her.
Ring! Ring!I opened my eyes sleepy and looked at the alarm clock:5:00 amI turned off that damn alarm clock, that horrible sound would not let me rest, also my body had not recovered yet so I thought I would miss the first class to rest a little more.I fell asleep again.Ring! Ring!"But come on, don't you get tired of bothering me every morning?" I yelled at the alarm clock.I saw that it was already 9:00 am.
-Why are you doing this?" Emma adjusts her glasses and looks at me shyly. -What's wrong with it?" I shrugged my shoulders. Outside, sitting on the bench, I watched Daphne pass by in the distance; she was talking to Davis. I narrowed my eyes in her direction as she also paid attention to Emma. "It's just that you defended me from Daphne and she's ..." She cocks her head from side to side. Apparently she's very scared of her "Pretty intense. Especially when someone challenges her."&
"Nisha, Nisha, dear daughter, wake up," I heard talking in the distance.It was mom, she took me by the shoulder shaking it.I open my eyes with a frown and look around me because everything pointed out that it had been a bad nightmareUgh, but what a relief that it was a nightmare. Although it had all seemed so true. I felt that dream too real, that I almost died on the floor as I watched Max approaching, but I still don't understand why I dream or do I have memories with Max? I kept thinking."Mom," I put a hand to my
I stirred in bed over and over again, there was a strange sound that kept me from falling asleep. I opened my eyes sleepily as I tried to figure out what was bothering me. On the bedside table my cell phone was on, apparently someone was calling me. I sat up on the bed with some difficulty and took my phone.I had three missed calls from Loren. A fourth incoming call rang, so I rushed to answer it."Loren, what is it?""Nisha." Breathing. "Where are you?" -breathing.
The lights of the floodlights pointed in all directions, looking for all of us who were in the cemetery. I'm sure the subject behind me is Max, his voice sounded very clear, you could distinguish that tone, but the same nerve that I had would not let me move another inch, I felt like my lips were heavy."You'll be safe here, Nisha," I heard in my ear. It was a paralyzing sensation that kept me from moving. The fear, the fact that a ghost was here was ... terrifying.-Stop there! Hands on your head, get on your knees and don't move." The cops were arresting Davis and two other college boys.
-It's time to get up!"A strange bulge lunged towards my bed, crushing me. I opened my eyes sleepy and grumpy because I was dying of sleep and hated when someone interrupted me."Loren!" I pouted, covering my face with the sheet. "Let me sleep.""Your mom let me pass. It's Sunday and I won't let you stay alone in this house all day. So get up.""I'll stay with Mom. And to be honest I don't want to end up in jail again." I stirred."Nish, I already apologiz
The room of a terrified girl was the only witness who witnessed such an apparition, the mysterious man lurked, narrowing the space more and more, that space where the truth of the lie would be defined-A stranger.I was rubbing my eyes, trying to see more clearly, my breathing was failing me, but I couldn't accept that this man who was approaching me was Max."Nisha, you have no escape, this time you will not be able to escape from me," he replied with those bright eyes."Please don't do anything to me, I beg you, take all the money that's in my closet," I murmured, squatting with my head down.-Look at me!
I was a bit confused, too disoriented to think with a cool head. Max had been murdered, there was no longer any doubt; the cops believed it, I believed it and what about the others? What about his parents? I took a deep breath over and over again so I could calm myself a bit. The boy who was sitting on the edge of my bed was looking at me expectantly.-How can you do that?" I asked later.-What thing?""I thought you were trespassing," I answered doubtfully.—I know, I was also surpr