There are two main categories for this piece. Lesbian Sex and Fantasy (supernatural hero stuff). Enjoy.
There she was. My old high-school teacher, my first crush ever. Her green eyes sympathetically looking into mine. Her fingers brushing strands of hair out of my bloody face.
"Are you alright?" her lips form these words that don't register in my ears, instead they are filled with silence.
A painful silence and around me there's darkness and in the darkness there are three lights. I notice they're not normal light sources, it's three of my classmates on fire running over the beach towards the sea. My ears are slowly recovering from the explosion that deafened them and I can hear people shouting, screaming and crying. My eyes are recovering from the flash of bright, white light and the fire engulfing the three victims burns ever brighter.
However, we're not on the beach, it isn't dark, it's broad daylight. That accident happened years ago. Right now I've landed right on my face on the concrete. I've scraped my chin with the landing, my cheeks covered in blood but what's more important is that Mrs Hulsts hands are on my face.
"Sierra, are you conscious?" she asks.
I was so dazed by the flashback that it was hard for me to form a reply. "Yes, yes.. I am." I try to shake my head to wake up, which I shouldn't have done because that only hurts.
"Can you walk? If we go inside this bar we can ask for a First Aid Kit." I manage to stand up with her supporting me. I stare into her beautiful green eyes. "This way" she says.
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