Skylar: A Narrative Fiction

“We brought you here because Anna is studying you in class, and needs to ask you some questions .” Paisley said with a smile. “

"Don't worry. Everything will be fine." I assured her as a bend to whisper in her ear. I pray my words of comfort are correct.

She felt a chill run down her spine as she had a sense that someone was watching her from afar. Slowly turning to look behind her, she looked out in the distance of the woods by her house. When she felt certain that no one was there she proceeded the rest of the way to her front door.

“Tobe,” she called aloud. Tobe quietly, opened the door and stepped in. What I never liked about the man was that he had that quality of moving around the house as if ghost-like, and you could never be quite sure where he was.

“Coming right up.” Mya said happily. As she went to the kitchen to get the refreshments Hazel asked, “Anything that you have noticed Isaac?”

"I honestly don't know how or why, but I can sense that Clary's life is in danger and she's threatened even as we all speak," Simon said. He was holding Izzy's hand securely in his.

“It will be ok. It’s not that scary like, you think it is.” said Kathryn.

“Yeah, but Grayson everything is going to be okay. Sometimes in life, you have to walk down a path that has no light.”

Finally spotting the room, she swiped the card and entered, wondering if she was there first, or if he had left already. She was really nervous, a feeling she wasn't that used to experiencing, and that she absolutely hated. She was taking the pitifully low class interior decoration when she felt something cold against her head - it had to be a gun - and someone pushing her in.

She makes her way to the room when getting closer to the room she saw how it was so eerie and shady looking. She again shook off the feeling and entered the room. Looking around she looks at the baren room. The wallpaper crumbling off the edges of the wall, the bed sheets old and dusty showing no one has been in this room for weeks maybe months. She walks over to the bed sitting her stuff down in the nearby chair. Laying down on the

She finally noticed there was talking going on in the living room. She left her bedroom and went to the bathroom to splash water on her face. When she was making her way from the bathroom to the living room, she noticed a voice she didn’t recognize. She walked into the living room to sit next to Jason, but sitting there was a man she had seen a few times when her mom took her to the construction site to see her dad on occasion. He had to be about six feet tall with almost completely grey hair, a thin goatee, a large mouth with an imposing jaw, and a sorrowful look in his small blue eyes.

“Shhhh, it’s okay. Things will work out, but right now we need to leave.” Kara whispered gently, as she stared Aileen in the eyes and tried to comfort her.

Luna Christopher mumbles incoherent profanities under her breath, sinking into the edge of her torn motel bed.

The rain was still coming down in sheets . She thought she saw a shadowed figure move from behind a tree, but she brushed it off as the rain and tears clouding her vision. Even though she didn't think much of it she couldn't help the bone chilling shiver that ran down her spine.

Skylar stopped, she had a vision. She saw the monster holding Chanel. Her vision got interrupted when she heard Chanel’s voice.