I don't know how I'm going to sleep.
I sit on my bed with my knees to my chest and stare at the nightstand where I stashed the sketchbook, long after everyone else in the house has gone to sleep. Waiting for more water to spill from the drawer.
Waiting to drown again.
The lights are out.
The waterfall never comes.
I wait.
And I wait.
And I know that this fear, this dread, is exactly what Rachel wants.
She doesn't even have to do anything anymore to torture me,
That makes the waiting worse.
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The Undrowned
HorrorSamantha and Rachel used to be friends. But then Rachel betrayed Samantha... and Samantha decided to make her life a living nightmare. Then one day, Samantha and Rachel found themselves in a fight by a lake. Samantha pushed Rachel...and watched as R...
