I fall asleep, but wake a few minutes later to someone's footsteps, "Nic?" I sit up, looking around the room. He doesn't answer and I swallow, shaking my head and laying back down. Wind goes right through me and I fly against the wall, a boy with a ski mask on standing infront of me, "Dont. Scream."
My eyes widen and I nod quickly, seeing the gun in his hand, Just keep the baby safe.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I stare at the t.v. screen, not quite sure how I'm still awake, and sip the soda. A strange cramp knots in my stomach but I dismiss it, eyes drifting towards the guest bedroom before fully shaking the feeling off.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
There are those who say that life is like a book, with chapters for each event in your life and a limited number of pages on which you can spend your time. But I prefer to think that a book is like a life, particularly a good one, which is well to worth staying up all night to finish. — Lemony Snicket
