The Nymphs

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THE NYMPHS

I walked into the forest, soon breaking out into a run. I bound out of the trees and to the edge of the lake. I stared into the water, scrutinizing every ripple for sign of Daffy.

"Daffy..." I sobbed, I fell to the ground, bringing my hands over my head. I heard a splash of water, and looked up. Nothing.

I had been thinking a lot on the way to the lake. I found some old sheets of paper in my school bag, and with my pencil, I wrote down everything that has happened to me.

I have a pretty good memory, so I should have everything down accurately.

I take of my shoes, and my clothes until I'm in nothing but my pants. I gingerly touch the edge of the water with my toe, wincing at the cold.

If Daffy doesn't come to me, I go to Daffy.

I walk into the water, calling out Daffy's name.

Soon I'm wading in, my hands balled into fists above me. 

I feel a hand grab my ankle.

I'm pulled under, giving barely any time to breathe. I see faces. Suddenly theres a frenzied attack. Faces with masks of disgust rip at anyone around them, I try to swim to the surface, but I'm pulled back down.

I see a face I recognize.

Daffy.

I try to shout her name but I swallow water. I cough, but more water gets into my system. Daffy desperately tries to swim to me.

My vision goes black.

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