I was crying. Screaming. They would not listen. They went away and closed the door. She was gone. My love for her crushed me. I clawed at the walls. At my skin. I left screaming red marks on my thighs. I fell into water. Darkness surrounded me, only a squint of light filtered down. A shadow passed. And another. I could hear my heart quickening. The shadows came closer. Their movements abrupt, their eyes like black ink. I screamed but I couldn't. My mouth was open trying to suck in air, but I couldn't. My throat was closing in on itself. I tried to breath. The water came slushing in. I started to sweat. In water. I was sweating in water.
I cannot breath.
I started. I was sitting upright in my bed, shaking. I gulped in the cold air. The slight winter breeze from the open window froze the tears on my cheeks. I reached my hand out to my right. It was empty and cold. I took another shuddering breath. I grabbed the sheets and squeezed. I lay down again, curled up and stared into the greyness of my room. My eyes felt dry. I sighed and forced myself back to sleep.
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A night of grief
Short StoryI was crying. Screaming. They would not listen. They went away and closed the door. She was gone...