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 tranquil kitchen.
I washed my hands and reached for a glass of water from the fridge, needed its cool embrace. Seated at the kitchen table, I listened to the symphony of raindrops and thunder, the house enveloping me in a serene yet eerie stillness. Despite the quiet, there was a sense of life pulsating through the walls, offering a strange sense of warmth and familiarity amid the storm.
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. It felt completely numb and unresponsive, like a heavy, lifeless lump.
Jordan loomed over me, casually 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. The deafening silence of the night was only broken by the rustling of leaves and the distant hoot of an owl, adding to the eerie atmosphere that surrounded us.
