"Hey." Johnson said to me, gently stroking my face. Beautiful. I reached out and delicately brushed the hair out of his deep blue eyes. He bent down near my ear, and gently whispered, "I love you." His breath tickled my cheek, which made me laugh.
"I love you too," I said, standing on my toes for a kiss.
A sharp pain cut across my face, he had a knife. I backed away, terrified. "W-what?" Confusion sparked in my soul, I thought he loved me?
"You remember what happened don't you?" He sneered, "baby"
I could see it now; it was all coming back to me.
They'd dragged me off and blindfolded me, poisoned me and let me die, just like they'd done to my mother.
"Mummy. I want my mummy..." I said, shielding my face.
He just laughed at me.
“WHERE’S MY MUMMY!” I screamed, feeling like a child.
"You thought you'd go to Heaven with your precious 'mummy' didn't you?" he laughed at me, pure evilness in his eyes, "Well no. You killed that boy, who happened to be my best friend. And now, now you're in hell. Hope you have an amazing time. Love you." He mocked, before pushing me back.
And I fell deeper and deeper into nothingness.