there was a woman named Nicole who after losing everything she loved set out to take her own life deep in the woods. 𝖳𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝖱𝗂𝖼𝗁𝗆𝗈𝗇𝖽 was on his way home from his father's farm, getting ready for the storm which was a Category 4 storm tha...
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Down in the Valley
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Nicole hunter
The deafening roar of the rain outside jolted me awake, leaving me unable to find solace in slumber. Restlessly, I tossed and turned, tormented by the recurring nightmare that overshadowed my troubled mind.
Cold sweat trickled down my trembling body, soaking the sheets beneath me as I struggled to catch my breath.
Seeking refuge from the storm outside. I wandered downstairs to Terry's tidy kitchen.
After washing my hands and pouring a glass of water from the fridge, I sat at the kitchen table, listening to the symphony of raindrops and thunder. The house seemed to breathe around me, wrapped in a serene yet eerie stillness.
Flashback
The memories flood back, taking me back to that fateful night. My body refused to respond as I attempted to rise from the ground.
Jordan stood over me, fastening his jeans, a wicked grin etched onto his face, as though he hadn't just committed a vile act against me.
The lingering scent of him on my skin made my stomach churn with disgust.
The mixture of my blood from the knife cutting my neck and the earthy scent made me feel nauseous as if I might vomit.
Feeling the cold, rough wood beneath me, I can't help but tremble as I struggle to calm my ragged breaths.
My body aches with every movement, a stark reminder of the pain I endure.
I feel so disheartened, as my clothes lay in tatters and my favorite sneakers are nowhere to be found. It's like a piece of me is missing right along with them.
I tried to control the churning in my stomach, willing myself not to look into his eyes for fear of what I might see reflected at me.
I felt a wave of dizziness wash over me, the mix of fear and the aching pain in my head.
Jordan's New York accent sliced through the air, each word dripping with a chilling warning as he threatened me.
Holding the knife against my neck once more. "If you breathe a word of this to anyone," he growled, "I will make sure you and anyone you tell meet a swift end." As I closed my eyes and nodded, tears streamed down my cheeks.
