Black. Everything. Is. Black. My hands feel numb because of the tight grip of the old rusty rope around my wrists. The smell of alcohol & smoke make it hard for me to breath. I can feel my lungs reaching for air & my heart loosing its beat. I start to feel dizzy. I try to move my legs but the room is too small. I look around for a way to cut the ropes, for a light, a sign for my heart not to lose hope. My eyes start to close & I feel a deep pain just below my heart. I scream in agony: just one name in all this nightmare comes to mind: Brent.
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Boarding Mistery
PrzygodoweCarter Ashlyn Williams, known as Carter for friends & Ash for the family, is a 17yo town girl, who's about to live it big in the city of fashion, entertainment & Shakespeare himself. She has just gotten a half scholarship to attend one of London's h...
