It Was Him Novels & Stories

I looked at him. "It is," I said. And it was.

Glaring over at him, I snap, "Well it doesn't have a bullet in it anymore." He lets out a small chuckle, as a smirk appears on his face. "You know it almost sounds like you're blaming me for that." he asks as if he was offended. I give him a look of complete and utter disbelief. "You can not be serious. You shot me in the leg!" I yelp. "I did not. Simon did." he says, simply, shrugging. He crosses his arms over his chest, causing the muscles in his biceps to bulge. They momentarily distract me, before a new wave of rage washes over me.

(Trigger Warning: Abuse) I gasped as I woke up, I shot up from the bed in shock. I started coughing furiously before looking around the unfamiliar room until my eyes landed on a blurry figure in the room on a chair. I looked around me in search of my glasses, I picked them up from the nightstand beside me, put them on quickly and looked at the figure. It was a guy. He had tattoos and he just looked really serious and mean but he watched me with concern and calmness in his eyes.

Right before he confessed to her. "Was supposed to give it to you the night you said 'I love you'. Funny, right? I had this whole dramatic speech rehearsed... but now all I want is for you to just open your eyes. That's it. You don't even have to say anything," he smiled through tears. Yet no response! "Come back to me... or at least fight your way back, Anju! Like you always do, come back to me, please! I know you will, because I'm not leaving. Not until you do."

Hernandez After I went to the store and bought the uniforms, I went to a candy store, I'm a real eater, I love sweets a lot, I bought a lot, because I intend to share them with Camilly and Sara, I walk to my car, but when I get really close I hear someone calling me. —Hernandes. I don't recognize the voice but I turn to look, there are two men standing by a black car, one of them asks again.

As I entered, my eyes darted towards an empty chair and to my luck it was just two rows behind him. HIM.

It was him, her nightmare. “Javier?”

And it was mine. THE END.

It gave with a whisper. This was it.

It was a warning. He was coming.