Novel & Cerita Look At Me Scary True Story

It lifted my clothes and revealed the scars that covered my body. "Mel, you need to accept the truth. We've been gone for a long time now." My father's words hit me like a punch in the gut. He was right. My parents were no longer alive. In fact, I was already dead. With that thought in mind, our surroundings began to shift. In a flash, we were back to the day I was bullied. Bethany, Charlotte, and the others were laughing as they set my hair on fire with a lighter. Yet, little did they know, I had just come out of the lab and was still covered in alcohol.

I am pretty sure gas is in my eye, but I welcome the pain. Only pain is making me alive right now. and so I will have the pain. The cuffs give away and I am getting out of the table. I need to get away from here, away from these people …. Before he comes and gets me. the people in the room all stand up and look at me warily as if calculating whether they can best me. I wonder why they are scared of me, I am one, they are seven. It must be the look on my face because I want nothing but to feel their eyeballs busting under my thumbs. I want to feel their flesh tear apart as I behead them with my bare hands.

Scarlett’s POV: I turned letting another big loud scream, but my eyes widened when I saw my friends laughing so hard at me...what the hell? I couldn't stand on my feet, I was shaking still terrified, I looked at Anthony who was holding his phone, he clicked on his phone, I heard the sound of the wolf coming from his phone, the one I heard minutes ago, I was still confused, till the realization hit me.

Looking at record again the smirk broke out of my face , but the smirk was quickly replaced by a scared look . What , I couldn’t believe what I had just seen right here , what the fuck where they talking about . The more I looked at the report that Greg had given , the more uncomfortable and scared I become . I didn’t want to belive that my parents knew that this was true and yet they still gave my sister to that monster . I quickly grabbed my phone which was by the other side of the seat in the car and the first thing I did was place a call to Greg . I need to be sure of what was going on before I could confront my parents about it , there’s no way I am going to let them be if I found out t

, after I spoke, my eyes fell on my feet because I couldn't look her in the eye. "Have I really been blabbering? If I have, why can't you look me in the eye and repeat what you just said?", she scoffed. Goodness knows that I want Stacey out of my room. She always says something that will put me in deep thoughts and that is not what I want. I can't even look her straight in the eye. Unlike Trisha, Stacey will never let my words fall to the ground before she picks them up and shove them back inside my throat. Yes, she is that scary, weird and rude.

Steph asked with a concerned look. "Sorry, I'm just tired. My legs hurt, "I said, not wanting to worry her. " Should we take a break?" she asked as I nodded in response, and we both headed back to the bar for another drink. My eyes drifted back up to look at him just to find him still watching me, not a hair out of place, and I doubted if he had blinked once. I couldn't help but check him out. He is tall and huge, and for some reason, looks scary, and I couldn't deny how very attractive and freakily handsome he looked, but still scary .

Then suddenly events of yesterday came into my mind , the gunshots, voices , trying to escape and then the scary mens . I looked around with fear . I know by this time I am shaking , my body is shaking uncontrollably from fear . I looked around and saw the men who had hit me yesterday before I blanked out . Yes , this is the same scary guy . The scary guy grabbed my face roughly in a tight grip . It's like he is trying to break my bones of face . It is hurting me really badly. I tried to back away but can't . Then I realised that I am tied to the chair . I can't move . His grip is more tightening on my face . I think my bones are on verge of breaking .

“He doesn’t care about money. Or even winning. He just likes watching.” The room goes silent. A cold prickle runs down my spine. Around me, the others exchange glances, their postures shifting. No one speaks, but I can feel the unease settling like a thick fog. I try to keep my body loose and relaxed as I walk over to Scarlett, crouching beside her and gently tucking a loose curl behind her ear. Her small fingers clutch one of her stuffed animals, a well-loved unicorn with matted fur. “What do you mean, sweetheart?” I ask softly. “Who likes to watch what?” She shrugs, not looking up. “The man you’re talking about. He likes seeing what people do when they’re scared. He has a room where he mak

No doubt he won't think twice to kill me in real life. I can't see him again. I won't appear Infront of him again. His eyes alone makes me want to pee myself. He is super scary.

she whispered without looking at me. “Scared? With what?” What the fuck? “With you,” she answered right away. I sighed. “I would never hurt you, Hailey. Why are you scared of me?” I asked desperately. “You look scary.” She was still looking at her hands and never made any eye contact with me again. I touched my face. What made Hailey scare of me? Do I really look like a monster? I had a thin line scar, but it wasn’t visible unless you took a closer look.