"You took away my dream." she screeched. "NOW I'LL TAKE AWAY YOURS!"

     "NO HARRY!" I screamed. She can't take him away, he's the only one I can count on.  He stayed! DAMN IT ZAYN! She only looks at me puzzled. "Who's Harry?" mummers the cloaked lady. 

"Uh-er- Harry-uh Styles." 

     The moment passes and they proceed to come kill me. (Great.)

     The knife taunts me as the cloaked lady comes up to me, Clink. Clomp. Her heels against the wooden floor. The boy keeps his grip on me. I'm going to die. I'm going to die. A menacing cackle from the girl. A Mother. Rapunzel. A Boy. I get it now. "Theres a mistake." I plead. "That wasn't me." I beg.  When the mother comes closer I snap out of my pleading daze. I swing at the boy behind me. My scrawny fist seems to do the trick as it makes contact with his bony flesh. 

     He hesitates then drops to the ground. I run back up the stairs hearing the retrieving footsteps of the mother coming closer, Rapunzel seems to shout and chants vengeance. Ranting on and on, her babbling seems to be flooded by the sound of rushed footsteps as I race her mother up the flight of stairs. My skinny structure giving me a slight advantage for she trip so her cloak multiple of times. 

     Soon I reach the hallway and grab the nearest door. Shutting it tight I back away. But something odd and fatigue blurs my vision, its me.

    I watch as another me crashes a wooden beam through the window. I stare shocked. Swift movements blurred. She begins to jump out the window. "Wait!" I shout. I don't know what overcomes me but soon i grab onto her wrist and watch as she looks back her face struck with horror.  she wiggles out of my grasp so I do the only thing I can think of doing. I can't let her kill herself, but what if it sets me free? With that though I push her. 

     She stumbles away and her face get blurrier and blurrier, or I should say my face getting blurrier and blurrier. The footsteps in the walls, they were not rats. They were me. There must be dozens of events happening right now. The ground starts to shake as the other version of me leaps from the window. The banging on the door seems to suddenly stop. Everything starts to blur. I stumble past my bed, all I see is red clouding my eyes. I shriek. 

     Whats happening? Whats going on? I can't see! Crashing into things I try to regain my balance. I fall onto a soft mattress. My bed! Grasping everything I can I search, my fingers finally clamp onto a solid thin and long wooden item. I use my free hand to pat the bed. Making a loud "thump" as my fingers finally feel the edge of paper. 

     I pull it closer and scrawl something onto it, I don't know what I'm writing but I want to make a note for everyone, my mother and father, friends, family. I try my best to trace the words "I love you" onto the piece of paper. I write. I want my parents to know, I love them. I don't know what might happened now. 

     I throw the notebook and pencil across the room as  stumble backwards. I keep falling backwards until my legs buckle against something from behind me. It feels as if tiny pins were piercing my feet as I continued to move backwards, I can feel the blood dripping onto the floor. Then I fall. 

     A sudden impact of cold air. I'm outside. A rush of air still hitting the back of my head. I'm still falling. I wait for the impact. My screams echo through the neighboring houses. Can they hear me?

2'o clock. Sunrises. 

     I never made it to sunrise, I hit the ground a minute too soon but I saw it. I saw the yellow sun rising above the horizon. Beyond the trees, houses, beyond the tower. The sun arose. and I would have been 17. The sunrise. Beautiful.  

  I close my eyes one last time.

"Goodnight." says his voice.

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