The figure was crouched down, facing towards me, it's long black hair covering its face.
Its eyes were wild and it looked ravenous. It grabbed me and dragged me in the room. It threw me and I hit the wall. A weapon that resembled a spear was in the beast's hand. The arrow was sharp as a pin.
The ballerina hurled the spear at me, and it hit its bullseye. Me. Its arrow shot in my stomach. I watched as the blood ran out of my wound. I sat in pain.
The thing spun, like a ballerina, towards me. It jabbed the spear further in me. I whimpered in agony. It grabbed my arm and bit it. I could feel and hear my bones crack as it ripped my arm clean off.
I yelled and began sobbing. The blood from my arm squirted out everywhere. I breathed my last breath then I faded away.
In my unconscious mind it was blank, but I could feel myself shake.
"Gemma, are you okay?"
I blinked and I'm back to real life. I looked at Peyton, she was shaking me.
"Oh, I-I'm fine."
"I thought you were in a coma, or something," she continued."Since you were breathing, but you wouldn't wake up when I was shaking you."
I got up. I tried to stuff the music box in my jacket pocket. We headed back to the living room.
"Are you sure you're okay?"
"Yes, I promise I'm fine."
Ding!
I grabbed my phone to see a new message from my mom. It read:
I've got some bad news Gem. I just found out that Kevin's mom is in the hospital because she's in a coma.