The Nightmare Man

I cant think D:
Its kinda hard when I have cheer and stuff aswell>.< aaaah

 

Writers block...again 0.0 going to try anyway so sorry if it's bad
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'I'm your guardian angel.'

The words span round and round my head. This kind of thing happened in movies, but not to me. This had to be a joke.

'Why..' Was all I managed to stutter out. I was still in complete shock; its not every day your boyfriend comes back from the dead.

'I've been asking myself the same. The only reasonable explanation, not that these are normal circumstances, is that I love you. That guy is still out there somewhere Harriet, I have to help you.' He took my hands in his icy grasp and pulled me so I was sat up and looked into my eyes.

'I..I love you too Luke.' I stammered. His eyes lit up and he began to run his hands over my legs. I winced in pain. Wait..pain? My eyes widened. I could feel my legs!

'How!' I exclaimed. He chuckled at my surprised expression.

'Do you really think I'd come back from the dead just as I was?' he grinned. 'No, each guardian is allowed a talent. I chose healing because let's be honest, you needed your saviour back'

I smiled and looked at him, I just couldn't believe he was back.

'Oh um, one more thing.' He looked deadly serious, it scared me. 'There aren't just good people out there, you need to be careful now you know about me...




you never know who could be watching.'

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I'm sorry it took ages

 

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I lay back on my bed staring at my ceiling, analysing the mornings events.

Luke had gone on to tell me more about 'his kind'. He had said that people could be watching me, and I asked him why. He was reluctant to tell me, but I had forced him, I could be in danger after all.

He told me for every power a guardian had, there was a counteracting one issued. That means that because Luke had the power to heal with touch, someone out there, had the power to kill with a simple touch. He said that it only works if the guardians hands are bare, but it still terrified me.

What still didn't make sense to me was why these people would want me, I'm a nobody. I sighed and got up to check on Luke, who was sleeping on the sofa downstairs. He had to stay with me due to the fact that to the rest of the world, he was dead.

My grey blanket was wrapped firmly around him and his chest rose up slowly before falling down, like the ripples of a wave. He looked handsome as ever, the silver tint of his skin highlighting every feature.

I lay beside him, wrapping my arms around his cold body. I would never get used to this, my brain would never register that I was lay with my dead boyfriend, and he was my guardian angel.

I suddenly felt an icy hand on my shoulder, it made me jump and I was about to leap up in fear until I realised it was just Luke, I had woken him up.

'Oh, um..sorry' I blushed. I probably shouldn't have crept up on him like that, and definitely not have lay with him. But instead he pulled me closer and kissed my head.

'Nono' he smiled, 'Its alright. In fact, I needed to talk to you anyway. It's abou-'

A smash rang out from the kitchen and Luke pulled me up, standing in front of me protectively. I held on to his arm as a figure slowly stepped out from behind the door, slamming it shut behind him.

Luke's eyes widened and I tightened my grip on his arm. Then he said the words I wanted to hear the least.





'Harriet, run.'

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