Chapter 1

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I can't breathe. My lungs are giving up on me. My arms and legs are in pain from trying to keep my head above water. My body's so cold and tired. It's so dark and quiet, the only thing I can hear is water slowly filling my lungs. I close my eyes knowing nobody will come for me. I still hold on for dear life.

As i can feel myself sinking deeper and deeper in this void of an ocean. I think about how it will feel if i let go. If I let go of the thread keeping me alive, the little bit of will to keep trying. Im so tired, my body is in so much pain from the cold

I decided to let go

I dont have family and all my friends moved away after graduation, haven't seen them since. I already accomplished all my dreams, so I see no reason to hold on. I let go I can feel myself drift away into a endless voide of what feels like cold darkness.

Now I know what people meant when they said "drowning only hurts until you stop fighting the water."
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I can feel sand under my palms. But I died, I know I drowned how am I still here, how am I still alive? My body is tired but not in pain anymore, it isn't cold anymore. Sun, I can feel sun on my face. I open my eyes and I sit up straight to see where I am. A beach, waves and rocks all around me. I can see a town not far from here, maybe I can find clean clothes and some where to stay for the night, just until I can find out where I am.

I've tried to talk to atleast five people but they all ignored me, there's atleast one girl who offerd to help me, her name is Ivy. I don't know why that name sounds so familiar. Ivy has raven black hair and beautiful violet eyes. She offerd me a ride to her house and well since I don't have any where to stay. I excepted her offer.
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She saw I had trouble walking since my body was still tired, so she helped me to her car. We went to her house, It took a while to get there, but we got there just before lunch.

Her house was small but more than enough space for two people. She said to sit down at the table while she makes food. After we ate I was told to go take a shower, I take of my already wet clothes and climb in. The water is warm as it falls on my cold skin, my body is still tired but I still have enough strength to keep standing. I wash of the soap and and stand still waiting for something, maybe Im in a dream but I cant wake up.

Nothing happens till someone knocks on the bathroom door. "Its Ivy I have some extra clothes for you." "Thank you you can put it on the sink" She quickly runs in and puts the clothes on the sink and runs out covering her eyes.

I dont think she saw anything the steam blurred the shower glass so I don't think she saw anything. I climb out the shower, dry myself off and put on the clothes Ivy left for me. The shirt barley fits me. "Oh it's a small." I realise I wear a large. The shirt is a light camo color and the dark blue jeans fit me perfectly.

I walk out the bathroom and see that Ivy set up a small bed for me, in the living room. She's walking down the hallway to her room. I lower myself on to the bed, allowing my body to relax a bit for the first time in a very long time. I think Ivy went to shower aswell I close my eyes and drift to sleep
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I wake up the next morning to my face burning, my cheeks feel like they're being ripped off my face. I run to the bathroom and look in the mirror, my face has two more eyes just under my cheek bones. How that's impossible, I can't be one of them. I don't want to be like him.

A shadow demon I-Im a demon just like he was. But how? I fall to the ground unable to lift myself off the floor. Ivy runs in but as soon as she sees me, she's terrified but she still asks me if Im okay. "Im fine." I answer in a harsh tone. She flinches to my voice even more scared.

"Wow I really am like him." I say in a whisper hoping Ivy won't hear me. She doesn't react, she just looks at me. "No you aren't, you're nothing like him, you're nothing like him and you never will be." I can tel she's trying not to sound harsh. "And how do you know Im not the person he is, you dont even know me." I say not trying to sound mad. "You're nothing like your father Terrence." Tears start forming in her eyes.

"H-how do you know my middle name?" I hesitate shaking my head I know that isn't her, she can't be." The only person that knows my middle name is..... "V?" My head starts throbbing with pain but i ignore it.

"Hello Terry." The tears filling her eyes. "It can't be you, you died, you died in my arms there was blood every where, my father was standing infront of me w-with your heart in his hand, it cant be." I can't, I can't do this this isn't her I know it isn't. My lungs start closing in, and I start sweating, my vision starts going blurry.

Ivy goes down on her knees infront of me. She puts her hand on my jaw and lifts my head up so I can look her in the eyes. "Hey, hey Terrence it's me, Im not gone Im here, Im right infront of you, it's okay." Her voice was always calm and comforting.

She has the exact same beautiful eyes I always uses to get lost in. The same soft raven hair I used to run my fingers through. Even her body shape is the exact same as the girl that died in my arms, by my fathers hands the man that promised he wouldn't ever hurt her.

But of course he would hurt the only person that cared for me, the only person I cared about

I slowly get my vision back and look Ivy in her eyes. It's the same eyes I looked at five years ago. I manage to control my breathing again. I put my hand on her face and wipe away the tears I created, her skin is still just as soft.

I pull her into my arms and bury my face in her hair. She put her arms around me and we stay like that for about atleast three minutes. I stand up and pull her up after me, we go and sit on the couch I put on the TV and played our favorite song. If the world was ending by JP Saxe. We always listened to it when me and my father had a bad day. We would always sneek out and meet up at a near by park and walk to our safe place near a river so we could listen to the water running....

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