Matching Rings [h.s]

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POV: BAYLIN GRIGGS

On impulse and I begin to panic.

I tried to use all my strength to push this person off me, but they had me locked up. Both my arms were being held to the side, while they had a knee between my legs to forbid me from kicking them. Their tight grip around my neck was starting to block my airway, making it extremely difficult to breath.

For some reason my voice wouldn't allow me to scream for help, my vocal cords felt like they were wired shut. I was too scared to make a sound. The only noise that fell from my mouth was the struggle of needing air.

I tried to look at the person who attacked me, they were wearing some kind of mask, one that molded they're face to look like a weird creature— it was one of those cheap plastic masks from a Halloween store that made you look like a botched plastic surgery patient. Underneath the plastic mask was a ski mask that covered everything but this person's eyes.

Their eyes were haunting and dark, I wasn't able to get a good look at the color but I could see the evil in them. They had slim shoulders and a tall frame, covered in black clothing and from what I could feel on my neck, latex gloves. They were extremely strong, stronger than me.

I try again to wiggle out of their hold, not getting very far before I feel my vision begin to blur. My head feels so light at the amount of pressure cutting off my airway.

"Please." I beg, struggling to hold onto the last bit of oxygen I can reach.

They retaliate by pulling me off the wall and quickly slamming me back into it, hard. That caused the wind to knock right out of me, which only made it so much harder to breathe. The amount of pressure that I had taken in on my shoulder blades burned, it made me feel like my sobriety but given back to me in an instant.

I feel my breath slipping away from me and I fight to stay conscious. I might just pass out any second, I lost track of how long this person had been choking me out. I began to choke on the lack of air I had been consuming, the painful fingers being pushed so deep into my neck that I could feel their nails even through the gloves they were wearing.

I was absolutely terrified to say the least. I've never been in a situation where I was literally being attacked by someone to the point where I felt helpless. I felt so restricted, I felt as if my limbs were useless.

My fighting gets lazy and I feel my reality begin to fade around me as I start to see black. My first thought was that I was about to die and my friends, and Harry, would come to find me dead on the floor.

"Stop." I whimper so quiet I wasn't sure if they were even able to hear me.

Just before my vision completely cuts out, my body only seconds away from passing out, I hear a door open. I tried to turn my head but the hold on my neck was too tight. Through the cutting in and out of an entire black frame of sight, I could see a fist being thrown in the air, striking my attacker directly in the side of his head.

Before I knew it I could breathe again.

The punch caused the person to let go of me. I immediately start to cough and try to regain my lost breath, I drop to my knees at how weak I was.

I hear grunts and slams, my brain not able to look up from staring at the dirty carpet. My throat feeling on fire and my body feeling numb.

The one sided fight was quickly gone, the sound of fists hitting skulls and grunts of pain fade away. I finally am able to look up and I see that I'm alone again in the hallway. Both the attacker and my savior, gone.

My coughing doesn't stop, I clutch my throat— finally starting to suck in heavy breaths to gain back the oxygen that had been sucked from me.

Soon enough I feel someone rushing to my side, they kneel in the ground and place a hand on my back and another on my floor in front of my face.