I went under my sheets and closed my eyes.

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I was at a house party, hardly a place to move. Nathan and Marty stayed downstairs, I went upstairs and I grabbed a drink. I was never comfortable at party's, but Marty forced me to come.

I sat in the lounge room, then a pair of drunk people came and stool the coffee table. When they were about to spill my drink, I picked it up and walked away.

I walked past people making out on the wall, some doing more. Then I had a weird feeling someone was watching me or following me, I looked around and saw a black hoodie. My heart started beating out of my chest, I placed my cup in the bin and turned around and saw a guy very close to me.

"Hey baby." He says and I gag at the heavy smell of alcohol.
"Don't call me that." I tell him.
"Why not? I thought you'll like it, you wanna get out of here?" He asks and I take my hand back.
" No piss off, dick head." I tell him.
"Oh that makes me want you more." He says getting closer.
"NATHAN HELP, HELP NATHAN!" I yell over again about 3 more times.

Then the guy disappeared and then the person I saw with a black hoodie came in my vision.

It was me, I couldn't talk. I or she'd then shot the crossbow and it hit right in my chest.

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I sit up straight and try and scream but I can't, my breathing Was heavy. I lay back down on the pillow, with my hand on my forehead. Trying to keep my breathing back to normal, I slowly closed my eyes.