Tc.pen

On the night of her eight birthday hazel watched a monster slaughter her whole family.
No one believed her...they blamed it on trauma.
Hazel knew what she really saw.

Ten years pass by....and something mythical revisits her again.

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Trapped In Hell.

PROLOGUE.

The last thing Hazel remembered…
was her mother’s soft kiss pressed gently against her cheek.
“Goodnight, my love.”
That voice had been warm. Safe.
Like nothing in the world could ever touch her.
But safety doesn’t last forever.
Hazel woke up to darkness.
Her throat burned with thirst, dry and aching. The house was silent—too silent.
She reached for the small torch beside her bed, flicking it on with shaky fingers before sliding down onto the cold floor.
“Mum?” she called softly, her voice still heavy with sleep.
No answer.
She padded toward her parents’ room, rubbing her eyes.
“Mom… I’m thirsty…”
She pushed the door open.
Empty.
The bed untouched.
A strange feeling crept into her chest..
She turned away slowly and walked to the sitting room instead. Maybe they were downstairs… maybe they just didn’t hear her.
The torchlight trembled in her hand as she reached the table, pouring herself a cup of water.
Her fingers tightened around the glass.
Then—
CLANK!
The cup slipped.
Shattered.
Water spread across the floor.
Hazel froze.
Her breath caught in her throat.
Because she wasn’t alone.
It stood there.
Watching her.
A wolf.
No… not a wolf.
Something far worse.
It was enormous—three times the size of any creature she had ever seen. Its fur was dark, soaked in blood. Its fangs dripped red. Its eyes—glowing, hungry—locked onto hers.
Hazel’s body began to shake uncontrollably.
This wasn’t a story.
This wasn’t a movie.
This… was real.
And then she saw him.
Her father.
Beneath the beast.
Broken. Bleeding. Dying.
His eyes met hers, weak… desperate.
Run.
But Hazel couldn’t move.
Her lips trembled.
“Dad…”
The creature tilted its head.
Then it began to move toward her.
Slowly.
Deliberately.
Like it was savoring her fear.
Hazel stumbled backward, her legs weak, her heart pounding violently against her chest.
A low growl ripped through the room—
Suddenly—
Her father moved.
With the last of his strength, he drove a knife into the beast’s leg and held on.
The creature roared in pain.
“Hazel… run…” he whispered.
This time—
She did.
She ran.
Her small feet hit the ground hard as she sprinted toward the door, tears blurring her vision.
A sickening sound was heard as the beast finished her father off.
She didn’t turn back.
She couldn’t.
“Mum! Mum!!”
She reached for the door—
But before she could touch it—
Something slammed into her.
Her body flew across the room.
THUD!
Pain exploded through her back as she hit the wall and crumpled to the floor.
The beast stood there.
Watching.
Satisfied.
Hazel cried out, struggling to stand.
Her dog barked wildly somewhere in the distance.
Then—
Another growl.
She turned.
And saw her mother.
Blood covered her.
She was barely standing.
But her eyes… her eyes were still strong.
Still fighting.
Still pleading.
Go.
Hazel shook her head, tears streaming uncontrollably.
“No… no…”
But her legs moved anyway.
Brilliant light burst from her mother’s hands, filling the room so fiercely Hazel had to shield her eyes.
For a moment—
Hope flickered.
Then it died.
When Hazel opened her eyes again—
The beast’s claws had pierced her mother.
Something inside her broke.
“Run… run… RUN!” she screamed at herself.
She ran faster than she ever had, her breath ragged, her heart screaming in her chest.
Behind her—
Heavy footsteps.
Closing in.
Closer.
Closer—
Then—
The ground vanished beneath her.
She fell.
Into darkness.
Her head struck something hard—
And everything went black.
Hazel shot up from the bed with a gasp.
Her chest rose and fell rapidly.
A nightmare that was once reality.
Her eyes drifted to the packed bags sitting quietly in the corner.
Today.
Of all days.
She let out a dry, humorless laugh and wiped the tears from her face.
“Wow…”
Her voice cracked.
“What a way to wish myself a happy birthday.”

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THE LETTER HE NEVER SENT.

Part five (final)

Amara met Ethan’s aunt the following week.
Her name was Aunt Lillian, a calm woman with sharp eyes and a reassuring voice. She listened carefully as Amara slowly explained everything—Victor, the store, her father’s anger, the things she had been too afraid to tell anyone.
At first, Amara struggled to speak.
But Ethan stayed quietly beside her, and somehow that made it easier.
When she finished, Aunt Lillian leaned forward.
“You’ve been very brave,” she said gently. “And you won’t have to face this alone anymore.”
Amara nodded, her hands trembling slightly.
“With the right steps,” Aunt Lillian continued, “we can contact your mother and make sure you’re safe until you turn eighteen. After that, you can legally decide where you want to live.”
For the first time in a long while, Amara felt something she hadn’t felt in months.
Relief.
Over the next weeks, things slowly began to change.
Amara finally called her mother.
The conversation was long… and filled with tears.
Her mother had no idea what had been happening.
But now she did.
And she promised things would change.
Graduation day arrived sooner than either of them expected.
The school courtyard was filled with students taking photos, laughing, and throwing their caps into the air.
Amara searched the crowd for Ethan.
But she couldn’t find him anywhere.
“Tobi,” she called when she spotted him nearby. “Have you seen Ethan?”
Tobi hesitated.
“He left early.”
“Left?” she frowned. “Where?”
“He got accepted into a program in another city,” Tobi said. “He had to leave today.”
Amara felt something twist in her chest.
“Why didn’t he tell me?”
Tobi rubbed the back of his neck.
“I thought he did.”
Without another word, Amara hurried toward Ethan’s house.
She knocked on the door.
After a moment, an older woman opened it.
“You must be Amara,” she said kindly.
Amara blinked. “Yes… I came to see Ethan.”
The woman smiled softly.
“He left for the airport about an hour ago.”
Amara’s heart sank.
“But,” the woman added, handing her a small box, “he asked me to give you this if you came.”
Amara took the box slowly.
Inside were dozens of folded papers.
Letters.
Her hands trembled as she opened the first one.
Dear Amara,
Today you laughed in the courtyard again…
She opened another.
Dear Amara,
You dropped your notebook again today. I returned it before you noticed.
Another.
Dear Amara,
Sometimes I wonder if you’ll ever see me…
Her vision blurred with tears as she realized something.
These letters stretched back two years.
Two years of quiet kindness.
Two years of feelings he never said out loud.
Amara wiped her eyes quickly.
Then she looked up.
“The airport,” she said.
The airport was crowded.
People rushed in every direction.
Amara ran through the terminal, scanning every face.
Then she saw him.
Ethan stood near the boarding gate, his bag slung over his shoulder.
He looked up just as she reached him.
“Amara?”
She stopped in front of him, breathless.
“You were going to leave… without saying goodbye?”
Ethan looked embarrassed.
“I didn’t want to make things harder.”
Amara held the box of letters tightly.
“I read them.”
Ethan froze.
All the color drained from his face.
“You… read them?”
Tears filled her eyes, but she smiled through them.
“I don’t know how best to thank you,” she said softly.
He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came.
Amara stepped closer.
“But I can give you this.”
Before he could react, she leaned forward and kissed him.
For a moment, the world around them seemed to disappear.
When she pulled away, Ethan was still staring at her in shock.
Then slowly… he smiled.
And for the first time in two years, Ethan didn’t need to write another letter.
Because Amara had finally heard everything he had never said.
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Part four.

.The next few days passed quietly.
Ethan and Amara continued walking home together after school. Their conversations were simple—school, homework, small complaints about teachers—but something between them had changed.
They were no longer strangers.
One afternoon, as they sat on a bench in the park, Amara looked unusually quiet.
“Did something happen?” Ethan asked.
She shook her head. “Just thinking.”
“About your dad?”
She didn’t answer, but the silence was enough.
Ethan hesitated before speaking again.
“My aunt is a lawyer.”
Amara looked at him, confused.
“A lawyer?”
He nodded. “She handles family cases sometimes… custody, abuse, things like that.”
Amara’s expression immediately hardened.
“I’m not taking my dad to court,” she said quickly.
“I’m not saying you have to,” Ethan replied. “Just… talk to her.”
Amara looked away.
“My dad has custody,” she said quietly. “My mom lives in another city. She thinks everything is fine.”
Ethan listened.
“My aunt said something could still be done,” he continued. “Especially if you're close to eighteen.”
Amara frowned.
“I turn eighteen in three months.”
“Exactly,” Ethan said gently. “Once you're eighteen, you can choose where you want to live.”
She stared at the ground, thinking.
“And if my mom finds out what’s been happening,” she whispered, “she’d never forgive herself.”
Ethan leaned forward slightly.
“That’s why you should talk to someone who understands the law.”
Amara stayed silent for a long time.
Finally she sighed.
“I don’t want people to think I’m causing trouble.”
“You’re not,” Ethan said softly. “You’re protecting yourself.”
She looked at him.
“You really already talked to your aunt about me?”
Ethan nodded, a little embarrassed.
“She said if you ever wanted to meet her… she’d help.”
Amara studied his face for a moment.
“You do a lot for someone you barely talk to in class.”
Ethan looked down.
“I just want you to be safe.”
The sincerity in his voice made her pause.
Finally, she let out a slow breath.
“Okay,” she said.
Ethan looked up.
“I’ll meet her.”
Relief flooded his face.
“But,” Amara added quickly, “only to talk.”
“That’s fine,” Ethan said.
For the first time that afternoon, she smiled.
A small, hopeful smile.
“Thank you, Ethan.”
He shrugged awkwardly.
“Don’t thank me yet.”
They stood and began walking again.
For the first time in a long while, Amara felt like there might actually be a way out.
And Ethan felt something too.
Hope.

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The letter he never sent.😔

Part three.

The next morning, Ethan arrived early at school.
He sat on the low wall near the library, flipping through his notebook.
“Still writing those secret love letters?” Tobi asked, dropping beside him.
“They’re not love letters,” Ethan muttered, quickly closing the notebook.
Tobi smirked. “Right. Two years of not love letters.”
Before Ethan could reply, the school gate opened and students began pouring in.
Amara walked in with them.
She looked the same as always—perfect posture, calm expression, that effortless smile she gave everyone.
But Ethan noticed something others didn’t.
The smile didn’t reach her eyes.
For a moment, her gaze moved across the courtyard and landed on him.
She paused.
Then three girls rushed over to her.
“Amara! You skipped yesterday!”
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” she said with a light laugh.
Too light.
Tobi leaned closer to Ethan.
“She’s pretending again.”
Ethan nodded quietly.
Later that afternoon, the school hallways emptied.
Ethan was packing his bag when he heard footsteps.
Amara stood at the end of the corridor.
“You’re here again,” she said.
“I study better when it’s quiet,” Ethan replied.
She walked closer.
“Thank you… for yesterday,” she said softly.
“You don’t have to thank me.”
“Yes, I do,” she insisted. “No one’s ever just… listened like that before.”
For a moment, they stood in silence.
Then her phone buzzed.
The moment she saw the screen, her expression changed.
“I have to go to the store,” she said quietly.
“Victor’s store?” Ethan asked.
She nodded.
“I don’t want to go.”
Ethan hesitated, then spoke before he could lose his nerve.
“I’ll come with you.”
Amara blinked.
“You?”
He shrugged nervously. “Victor won’t try anything if someone’s there.”
She studied him for a moment.
“You barely talk in class,” she said. “And now you want to walk into trouble with me?”
“I guess I’m tired of just watching.”
Something in her expression softened.
“You’re crazy,” she said.
“Probably.”
She started walking toward the school gate.
After a few steps she glanced back.
“Well? Aren’t you coming?”
Ethan grabbed his bag and hurried after her.
Victor’s store sat on a quiet corner, its dim lights glowing through dusty windows.
Amara slowed as they approached.
Before they could enter, the door opened.
Victor stepped outside.
His eyes moved from Amara… to Ethan.
“Well,” he said slowly, “who’s this?”
“A classmate,” Amara replied quickly.
Victor chuckled.
“A classmate who walks you to work?”
Ethan swallowed but held his ground.
“I’m just helping.”
Victor’s gaze lingered on him for a moment before he stepped aside.
“Fine. Come in.”
Inside, Amara began arranging items on the shelves while Ethan hovered nearby.
Victor leaned against the counter, watching them.
“So,” he said, “what’s your name, boy?”
“Ethan.”
Victor nodded slowly.
“You like Amara?”
The question made Amara freeze.
Ethan nearly choked.
“I just came to help,” he said.
Victor laughed softly.
“You’re a terrible liar.”
“Can we just finish the work?” Amara said sharply.
Victor raised his hands.
“Relax. I’m only talking.”
The evening passed slowly.
Ethan stayed close to Amara the entire time.
And Victor noticed.
When they finally left, the night air felt like freedom.
Amara let out a long breath.
“Thank you,” she said quietly.
“It wasn’t a big deal.”
She stopped walking.
“Yes it was.”
Ethan looked at her.
“No one has ever stood beside me like that before.”
They continued down the road.
After a moment she spoke again.
“You never answered Victor’s question.”
Ethan blinked.
“What question?”
She glanced at him.
“Do you like me?”
Ethan nearly stumbled.
“I—”
His brain completely froze.
Amara burst into laughter.
“You should see your face,” she said.
“That was mean.”
“Maybe.”
They reached the road where they had to part.
For a moment, neither of them moved.
Then Amara spoke.
“Walk me home tomorrow?”
Ethan nodded.
“Yeah… okay.”
She smiled faintly.
“Goodnight, Ethan.”
“Goodnight, Amara.”
He watched her walk away before finally heading home.
That night, Ethan opened his notebook again.
He turned to a fresh page.
Dear Amara,
Today I finally walked beside you instead of watching from far away.
He paused, then added quietly,
Maybe one day I’ll be brave enough to give you this.

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TURNING 18
Short story.

Turning eighteen should feel exciting, right?
Everyone talks about it like it’s freedom, like suddenly you’re an adult.
But no one tells you how confusing it really is.
I wake up, my room quiet except for the hum of the fan. I lie in bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking about what comes next.
College? Trade school? Online courses? Or maybe I should just start working.
People keep asking me what I want to do, like it’s that easy to know.
Some days, it feels like everyone else has a map, and I’m the only one wandering.
Even choosing school feels heavy.
I’ve always loved drawing, but will it make money?
I could study business or computers, the safe options. But what about the things I actually enjoy?
Every choice feels like it comes with a warning: “Pick wrong, and you’ll regret it forever.”
And then there’s Jake.
We broke up last week.
We’d been together through high school, joking about growing up together, making plans no one else understood.
Now he’s gone, off to a city I can’t reach, and I’m left here feeling like a part of me walked out the door with him.
Texts and calls feel empty when you know someone isn’t really there anymore.
My friends are scattered too.
Some left for college far away. Others are busy with jobs or their own lives.
I see their posts online—laughing, living worlds I can’t reach.
I wonder if they even think about me anymore.
Money is another mountain I never expected.
My parents try to help, but bills are bills.
One day, I’ll have to support myself.
Even the thought of a part-time job makes my chest tighten.
Some days, I just want to pretend everything is fine.
I scroll through social media. I binge videos. I doodle in my sketchbook.
Anything to stop the panic.
But at night, lying in bed, the questions come back.
Who am I supposed to be?
What should I do?
Why does it feel like everyone has it figured out except me?
I know I can’t avoid it forever.
Life doesn’t wait until you feel ready.
Decisions will come. Heartbreaks will hurt. Money will have to be earned.
Maybe adulthood isn’t freedom. Maybe it’s learning to keep standing, even when you’re scared.
So I try small things.
I apply to colleges I like.
I research online courses.
I look at job listings, even if it makes my chest tighten.
Every small choice feels heavy. But each is a step forward.
Sometimes, when the panic rises too high, I breathe.
I remind myself: I’m only eighteen.
I don’t need to have it all figured out yet.
Life is messy and complicated.
I’m allowed to stumble.
Allowed to feel lost.
Allowed to cry a little when it gets hard.
Turning eighteen isn’t about knowing everything or having a perfect plan.
It’s about starting to make decisions, even when they scare you.
It’s about learning that being an adult doesn’t mean having control.
It means living with uncertainty and moving forward anyway.
I sit at my desk, pen in hand, sketchbook open, trying to make sense of it all.
Maybe today I’ll start applying to colleges.
Maybe tomorrow I’ll look for a job.
And maybe, one day, I’ll look back at this first day of adulthood and smile.
Knowing I made it through.
One step at a time.

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THE LETTER HE NEVER SENT.😓
Part two...

The rain didn’t stop for a long time.
Amara cried quietly against Ethan’s shoulder, her hands gripping the front of his shirt as if letting go would make everything fall apart.
Ethan didn’t move.
He didn’t speak.
He simply stood there, letting her cry.
After a while, her sobs slowly faded. She pulled away awkwardly, wiping her face with the back of her hand.
“I’m sorry,” she muttered.
“You don’t have to apologize,” Ethan said gently.
She avoided his eyes.
“You shouldn’t have seen that… the other day.”
Ethan hesitated before answering.
“I wasn’t trying to spy on you.”
“I know,” she said quietly. “But still… it’s embarrassing.”
The rain tapped softly against the metal roof of the park shelter where they stood.
For a moment, neither of them spoke.
Then Amara sighed.
“My dad thinks I owe him everything,” she said, staring at the ground. “School fees, food… everything. So he makes me help people at the store.”
“Victor?” Ethan asked carefully.
Amara nodded.
“He owns the shop my dad works with.” Her voice hardened slightly. “He’s disgusting.”
Ethan’s hands clenched.
“He tried to touch me,” she continued. “When I refused, he complained to my dad.”
“And your dad believed him,” Ethan said quietly.
Amara gave a small, bitter laugh.
“My dad doesn’t care about the truth. He just cares about the money.”
Silence settled between them again.
Then she looked at him suddenly.
“Why are you always helping me?”
Ethan blinked.
“What do you mean?”
“The books that appear in my locker… the notes on my desk.” Her eyes narrowed slightly. “You think I didn’t notice?”
Ethan froze.
She had noticed?
Amara crossed her arms.
“You follow me around. You fix things I mess up. You act like some invisible bodyguard.” She tilted her head. “Why?”
Ethan’s heart began racing.
There were hundreds of answers.
Hundreds of letters.
But none of the words came out.
“I just… wanted to help,” he said finally.
Amara studied his face for a long moment.
Then something in her expression softened.
“You’re strange,” she said.
Tobi’s voice suddenly echoed in Ethan’s head.
Sometimes people notice the quiet ones the most.
Amara turned to leave the shelter.
“Wait,” Ethan said quickly.
She stopped.
He hesitated, then reached into his bag.
Inside was his notebook.
The same notebook filled with letters he had never sent.
His fingers hovered over the pages.
He almost gave it to her.
Almost.
But fear won again.
Instead, he closed the bag.
“Be careful going home,” he said.
Amara looked at him strangely but nodded.
“Thanks… Ethan.”
He blinked.
“You know my name?”
She gave a faint smile.
“I’m not as oblivious as you think.”
Then she walked away into the rain.
Ethan stood there long after she was gone.

Later that night, sitting at his desk, he opened his notebook again.
He turned to a fresh page and began writing.
Dear Amara,
Today you cried on my shoulder. I wish I could tell you how much it meant that you trusted me…
He paused.
Then added another line.
One day, maybe I’ll be brave enough to give you this.
He closed the notebook slowly.
But what Ethan didn’t know…
Was that across town, Amara was sitting on her bed, staring at the ceiling.
Thinking about him.
For the first time.

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THE LETTER HE NEVER SENT— Part One
Amara laughed with her friends in the courtyard, tossing her hair back as if nothing in the world could touch her.
To everyone else, she was the perfect girl—good grades, beauty, charm, everything wrapped into one. She was confident, friendly, and always smiling.

From the edge of the courtyard, Ethan watched her quietly, a notebook clutched in his hands.
For two years, he had written letters to Amara. Hundreds of them. Every thought, every confession, every feeling he could never say out loud filled those pages.
But he had never given her one.
“Why do you always hang around her like a shadow?” Tobi asked, leaning against the wall beside him, chewing gum loudly.
Ethan shrugged. “I just like admiring her. I don’t have to be loud about it.”
Tobi rolled his eyes. “You mean you’ll just sit there staring like a ghost? Man, just give her one of your letters. Say something real.”
Ethan’s throat tightened.
“She’s… too perfect. She wouldn’t even notice me.”
“Dude,” Tobi said with a sigh, “sometimes people notice the quiet ones the most.”
Ethan didn’t reply.
Instead, he watched Amara carefully, noticing the small things no one else seemed to see—the way she fumbled with her bag sometimes, or how papers slipped from her hands without her noticing.
That was where he came in.
A forgotten book? It would appear in her locker the next day.
Missing homework? Helpful notes would quietly show up on her desk.
No thanks.
No recognition.
That was fine.
That was enough.

One evening, after most students had gone home, Ethan noticed Amara lingering near the back alley behind the school.
Something felt wrong.
His heart began to pound.
He followed quietly, staying close to the shadows.
That was when he saw her father.
The man grabbed Amara roughly by the arm and pulled her into the narrow alley behind their house. She struggled, trying to pull away.
“Let me go!” she cried.
A loud slap echoed through the alley.
“I told you to help Victor at the store!” her father barked. “Do you think I can afford your school fees alone?”
“He tried to take advantage of me!” Amara said, her voice shaking.
Her father scoffed.
“It’s not like you haven’t given your body to one of those useless boys in your class.”
“I haven’t! I swear I haven’t!” Tears streamed down her face.
Another blow landed on her back.
“Shut up, you foolish girl,” he snapped. “You had better do as he says, or you won’t be going to college.”
“Dad, please… I don’t want to go back there,” she begged.
Her words only seemed to anger him more.
He struck her again.
“Shut up! Shut up! Pick up your things and go home.”
With that, he turned and walked away.

Amara collapsed to the ground, trembling, curling into herself as quiet sobs shook her body.
Ethan’s stomach twisted.
He wanted to shout.
To run forward.
To stop it.
But fear held him frozen.
Then Amara looked up.
Her panic-filled eyes met his.
For a moment, neither of them moved.
Quickly, she wiped her face, shame flickering across her expression. She picked up her bag, adjusted her clothes, and walked past him without a word.
Ethan stood there, heart pounding.
He didn’t know what to do.
Only that he had to do something.

The next day, Amara ignored him completely.
She walked past him as if he didn’t exist, shoulders stiff, eyes straight ahead.
But Ethan didn’t give up.
Weeks passed.
Amara remained distant, but she slowly began to tolerate his presence. She never spoke much, but she no longer walked away when he stood nearby.

Then one rainy afternoon, Ethan saw her sitting alone near the park.
She was soaked, silent, staring at the ground.
Something about the way she sat made his chest tighten.
He walked toward her slowly.
“Amara…” he said softly. “I don’t know everything that’s going on. But I can help you. You don’t have to be afraid alone.”
She flinched, as if the words hurt.
Her lips pressed together, her jaw trembling as she tried to hold back the tears.
For a moment, she almost succeeded.
Then the dam broke.
Tears poured down her face like the rain falling around them.
Ethan didn’t say anything.
He simply stood there, letting her lean against him, his shoulder becoming the shield she didn’t know she needed....

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TRAPPED IN HELL
(Written by pretty oct)

Genre: fantasy, romance, thriller, Fiction.

Location: 21st century somewhere in the U.S.

Main character: Haze and Hazel

Prologue

The last thing she remembered was when her mother kissed her on the cheeks before she slept off.
Hazel woke up late In the midnight thirsty, she took the torch beside her bed and jumped down from the bed.
"Mother" she called as she walked towards her parents room.
"Mum am thirsty" she said as she opened the door but her parents were not there, confused, she rubbed her sleepy eyes and proceeded to get water by herself.
She walked to the sitting room table and poured her self some water.

CLANK! The cup fell on the floor and broke to pieces, while Hazel stood in shock, her mouth agape and her tiny body shivered in fear, she had read a lot of fairytale, and watched a lot of horror movies she knew she shouldn't have watched, but this was no fairytale nor was it a horror movie, it was right in front of her. A giant wolf, three times the Normal size of a wolf she had seen on TV, its fangs covered in blood as its bloodshot eyes stared at her, tears gushed down from her eyes. She was shaking and trembling in fear, she didn't know what to say or what to do, seeing the big wolf above her father with wounds on his body, his clothes were torn and blood gushed down from his stomach, his weak eyes pleaded with her to run, but she couldn't, her feet were rooted to the ground, she muttered.

"Dad"

The beast looked at her as it moved slowly towards her, like though it enjoyed the fear in the eyes of its prey. As it walked front, Hazel stumbled backwards.
She suddenly heard a low growl from the beast, her father had stabbed it's leg with a knife, and was holding it tight.
"Hazel run" he said, his voice barely louder than a whisper, although still in shock hazel took her tiny legs and ran as fast as she could, she didn't turn back even when she had the slashing sound as the beast finished her father off.
"Mum, mum" she shouted as she ran towards the door, she had almost opened it when she saw herself flying towards the wall, and with a thud she landed on the ground harshly, her back arched and she felt a sharp pain, the beast looked at her satisfied.
"Mum" she called, she could still hear Jackie her dog barking loudly. Ignoring the pain on her body, she stood up and continued her race, when she heard another growl, she turned to see her mother facing the beast, she was drenched in blood and was already very weak, her eyes looked at hazel and pleaded with her to go, with tears in her eyes hazel forced her legs to move, she turned back one more time, and she saw light emitting from her mother's hand, it was so bright that she had to cover her eyes, by the time she opened her eyes the beast had already stabbed her mother, she knew she had to escape.
"Faster hazel, faster",she urged herself, she could hear the thud sound from the beast feet, but she kept running, and suddenly she fell into a rabbit hole, she hit her head on the ground.
"Ahhhhhhhh"

Hazel woke up from her nightmare, a nightmare that was once a reality, she scanned her small tiny room and looked at her already packed luggage, she yawned widely and muttered…


" What a way to wish myself a happy birthday".


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….grab your popcorn because this would be fun 😊

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