One Week Later…
["Ready or not, here I come." A man ran fast towards the woman as his devilish laugh echoed into the mansion. His mouth gap as he extracted the soul of the woman. But the man stopped when a poor little princess screamed and hit his leg. The man smirked as he yanked the poor girl. "NO! NOT MY DAUGHTER! PLEASE I'LL DO ANYTHING!" A woman pleaded.
"MOTHER HELP ME! I BEGGED YOU, MISTER LET ME GO! MO—]
"MOTHER!"
I jolt on the bed, my heart beats rapidly and the tears escape from my eyes that rush through my cheeks. I run my hands to my hair as I wipe all my tears. I keep on crying and crying until my eyes couldn't produce the tears.
Deja vu…
Two words could describe what I feel now. I don't know why the memory of my mother's death appears in my dream.
"Why… Why does it appear? Why?!" I clasp my knees in frustration.
