Prologue! I want to see if maybe you would be interested ina story like this! It's terrible, this prolouge, but review! I need somehelp!
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What happens when you’re too young to fight, but to old to cower…….?
Willa sat bolt upright in her bed, breathing heavily as if she just finished running a marathon, pools of her own sweat staining the bed underneath her.
Oh, it was just a dream……Willa sighed in relief.
But that dream…..That nightmare…..seemed so real! She shook her head, sending her ginger curls flying around her. All that blood…..the masked man…..her mother and father seemed so helpless, in no way was it a nightmare that you could laugh at after you awakened! But Willa would’ve fought that reckless masked man if she knew it was just a dream! But, of course, it was too real.
Willa groaned and positioned herself back to sleep. When her auburn curls touched the fabric of her pillow, she felt something damp and wet move against her exposed neck. Her panting halted at once. She slowly lifted her head and chewed on her lips in anxiety.
Her hand moved around to touch the back of her abruptly wet neck, and she moved her hand slowly in front of her face to see what the outlandish and heavy fluid was……and she shrieked. In the dim light of her room, Willa could see the brightness of the red blood that covered the palm of her hand. She gasped for air and she grew cross-eyed, a huge wave a nausea overtaking her small body.
Maybe it wasn’t just a dream………..
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