• "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Someone is pulling me into a dark room. I grasp the edges of the door so he can't pull me any farther. No use. He closes the door and turns on the light. I look over me and i see the hottest boy in the world. "Don't worry. I'm here to help you." I started to look at him strangely. "Help me? What could you be helping me from?" I asked him. "Your gonna die." I looked at him shockingly. "Die? What do you mean die? I don't want to die!" He grabbed me by the arms on the ground and shook me around. "Calm down! Your not gonna die. We have to destroy the mirror, and if we don't you die." I got up on my feet and looked at him. "What's your name?" I asked him. "Cameron, Cameron Robinson. I'm fourteen years old. Now come on tell me your name on the way to the house." I looked at him oddly. "What house?" The one on Fear Street. Now come on!" He pulled me by the arm with all his might as if he was Super Man. "My name is Jessica. I'm fourteen years old also." He looked back at me and smiled. "Cool." We reached Fear Street and we ran to the house that i noticed the most. I looked at it curiously. "What's wrong?" Cameron asked me. "I think I used to live here. I don't seem to know it but..I just feel a strong connection to the house. I feel like someone here is trying to kill me. Someone like...my mom." Cameron looked back at me. "Your mom?! Why would your mom want to kill you?" I looked down and started to cry. "I killed my mom." He stepped back from me. "You killed her?!" I looked at him. "Yes. When she was giving birth to me she had died. The doctors told my dad that there was nothing wrong with her. My dad told me that her death was all my fault. That I should have never came into the world. He told me that when i was five years old. He threw me on the streets. With no food, shelter, or water. Someone found me after that and tried to find my dad after that. They said that he killed his self. I would pray to god that he would keep me safe no matter what. I guess they were right. I should have never came into the world." Cameron walked up to me and grabbed me. "Her death...had nothing to do with you." Cameron then wiped my tears and hugged me. "Come on we need to get rid of the mirror." We walked inside the dark house. We started to walk up the stairs. By the time I put my foot on the fifth step i ended up falling and being pulled into a room behind us. Cameron ran after me. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh! Cameron! Help me!." Then a door closed. I got up right away and turned on the light to look behind me. Someone holding a big knife was standing right behind me. I screamed as loud as a bull horn. He tried to stab me with the knife four times. "You killed her. You don't deserve to live." He said in a dark scary voice. " Help me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I yelled out. He tried to stab me two more times and then the door behind me opened. I fell back and crawled out. Cameron closed the door as fast as lightning. "Thanks." I said to him. "No problem. Now come one we have to hurry. You just go outside and i meet you out there with the mirror." He said bravely. "No! I'm the reason why all of this is happening and I'm the one that has to fix it too." We ran up the stairs and saw a room with the mirror in it. I saw a figure in it. It looked like my mom. We both ran inside and she tried to pull my heart out as i picked up the mirror with all my might. "Ouch!" I yelled out. Then all of a sudden, the floor underneath us opened up. Me and Cameron started to fall, and fall and fall. I was at the side of the entire cave that we were falling down in. The something very, very, very sharp cut into my arm. "OUUUUUUUUUCH!!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Oh my god! It hurts so bad!" We hit the ground and the mirror broke to tiny pieces. "Oh my god! We need to get you too the hospital. It won't take too long. It's right down the street." Cameron picked me up with no suffering at all. He ran as fast as lightning to the hospital. "Help! Help!" He yelled out. I was crying so much that my shirt was as soaked as my bathing suite when I would go into the pool. A doctor took me into an operation room as fast he could. Cameron followed. They started to put blood in my arm first and they did a whole bunch of stuff I couldn't explain because everything was so painful. I had already lost a quarter of blood. "If she loses another quarter she's dead." Said the doctor. Cameron then kissed me on the lips. I smiled in pain. "I love you. I loved you the moment i met you." He said. Then i started to faint. "We're losing her!" Yelled the doctor. "No! We can't be losing her!" Cameron grabbed my hand as tight as he could. Then about fifteen minutes later, I was dead. Cameron was crying as I watched him from a better place. He went home and he killed his self with a knife just like my father did. But now me and him are living together in a much, much better place.