Goodnight

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There Robert stood. Tall and dark. Robert is like a lion and I'm his prey. I'm just waiting for the attack. Rob threw a half drunk water bottle at me. Then he handed me a pill and screamed at me to take it. I refused. That was a mistake. He took the pill and shoved it down my throat. The last thing I remember hearing was "Goodnight". When I woke up I was locked in something and it was pitch black. I screamed so loud but no one herd a thing. When I'm drowning is when I can breathe. I don't know where I am, I just know it is bad. This is when I wish I new where my mom was and if she is okay. She would know how to help and fix up my slices and cuts in my flesh. I hear something move from the outside the box like object I am in. I am being picked up.

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