Honestly, it wasn't MY idea to start sharing fan-fiction stories. Full credit goes to: @AnEagle_InRavenClaw for the inspiration to do it. I usually keep my stories to myself, but I've gotten pretty comfortable with Scratch soooooo.
Chap 0 I felt her grab me by my neck and strangle me. I couldn’t breathe. I felt like I was going to die. And that was exactly what she was going for. “Stop…,” I managed to say. “Sis… Stop..” “NEVER!” she hissed. “ONCE YOU ARE DEAD YOU WILL BE MINE!” She started to grin mischievously. “N-no.. You..” The first thing I thought of doing was kicking her leg. So, I did. She fell to the floor while howling in pain and rage. I fell to the floor as well, gasping for air. I managed to get up without falling over. My head was spinning as I grabbed her by her hand. “You need to stop this! This isn’t you! GET OUT OF MY SISTER!” I gasped when a blinding light shone in my face and I fell back, stunned. But when I looked around, I saw I was in the same room, but it was differently decorated. Instead of being the abandoned falling apart room that I was in before, this room was neatly decorated with princess things. I looked down to my hand, which was clutched hard and saw a beautiful locket. I looked around and suddenly saw a girl that looked a lot like my sister. Soon, I realized it was my sister! I tried calling her name, but my words came out like nothing. I soon realized that this is all a vision. I clamped my mouth shut and watched as the vision continued. She was playing with her dolls on the floor. A chill went up my spine as I felt a presence enter the room. The little girl stopped playing and cowered in the corner as the chair scraped across the floor, barely missing her. The girl yelped and covered her head. I felt tears well up in the corners of my eyes. I tried to move, to tell her that it was going to be okay, but my mouth and feet were stuck, and I couldn’t move or talk. The girl was crying, more like sobbing, trying to calm herself down. “It’s going to be okay. Don’t freak--” She was cut short when the drawer flew across the room and hit the door. She screamed and ran out of the room and downstairs. She was breathing hard. I followed. She ran to the door and tried to open it, but it seemed like it was glued shut. She screamed in defeat and ran to the kitchen. She shrieked when she saw a kitchen chair flying across the room. It all stopped when she slowly entered the kitchen. Then the chairs started flying towards her. She ran to the end of the kitchen, ducking and crawling along the way and opened the door. It flew open and she ran outside. I ran after her. I yelled her name. “June!” She stopped and turned around. She saw me and she started backing away. She pointed a trembling finger behind me. I turned on my heels and I came back to reality.
