dream catcher ♥♥

I noticed the dog was gone when I managed the strength to look up. I slowly brushed my hand again my forehead, most of the blood was coming out of there. I had to get back to my house before anyone or thing saw me. They would end me, for once if I didn't get cleaned up and sleep.
Turning the key to my house, I entered and collapsed on my bed. Alison said I needed to wakeup, so sleep right? I couldn't though, not yet, I had to clean my cut. I pulled the wet cloth to my face, whipping all the tried blood before getting to the cut, it would hurt. A Lot.
"Oww" I cringed as I lightly touched the deep cut. I took out a bandaid from the cupboard after the cut was cleaned and placed it perfectly over the cut. Changing quickly into my pajama's, I couldn't wait to get into bed, to sleep.
"Kiss me, kiss me. Infect me with your love and fill me with your poison. Take me, take me. Wanna be a victim ready for abduction," screeched into my ears, waking me up at 8:30. What happened to the soft singing of Taylor Swift? I rubbed my eyes looking above me at the glowing stars glued to my ceiling. Another day in this nightmare, I could feel the intensity. I knew I didn't wake up. I thought of staying in my house all day, nobody would be able to hurt me, right? I mean Cupcake was already gone, my puppy wouldn't bite me like the german shepherd had.
I persuaded myself to get up, Newton's Law; every action had an equal but opposite reaction, so didn't that mean the worse this nightmare, the better my dream? I let my geeky side show, not caring, just hoping it was right.
Bundled up, I stepped outside, everybody immediately stared at me. Gazing at the ground, I saw a giant blood spot on the ground, must've been from when the dog attacked me.
"B//tch," "sl//t," "worthless," "wh//re," my ears heard as I walked by a ton of people on the street. I didn't know which was worse, mental or physical pain.
The little bell rang loudly, startling me as I walked into my bakery. I had to get used to this, to all this cr//p. I pulled out all of the ingredients to make a cupcake, but threw it all back because it reminded me of Cupcake, my dog. I'll make a muffin I thought to myself.
The timer went off, screeching in my ear. I opened the oven, forgetting about oven mitts, and grabbed the steaming hot tray.
Throwing it to the ground I gave out a little whimper as I held the hand up to my face. Bubbles started to form, not the ones you would blow, but the ones that would make you cry. For hours.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I hope you liked this chapter! The story is getting kinda intense and Mona just can't take it anymore! Dream Catcher is coming to an end, the last chapter is going to be chapter 10. Anyways, if you want to be notified for my next story Butterfleye, you can read the summary on my website and ask to be notified there by going to the stories page :) thanks