Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh.
OKAY, here's the rundown. We're up at 6:30am to get ready, lucky pig and all, and now we're sitting 8 stories high on the edge of slippery rocks, looking down at the white torrents of the smaller waterfall. Oh shit, I think I've changed my mind about this. Taylor and Sydney won't let me back out now oh God I don't want to do this. Can I say I need to pee?
Don't be surprised if I never write in you again. All I have to do is tie the simple knots on Taylor and Sydney's cords and we are ready to go. Wish us luck.
Brb
This can't be happening. Even from the top of the waterfall I could see how broken, mangled and twisted my best mates bodies were.
It's even worse down here. I can see the blood from the multiple internal injuries, bubbling to the surface of their pale skin. The skin suddenly broke from the pressure and blood surged everywhere. Now I'm stuck in the middle of nowhere, with my best friends blood on my hands. It's all my fault.
I jumped off slightly before the other two. I reached the bottom and was sprung back into the air as my friends reached their ends. They kept going. They both let out a terrified, blood curling scream and yelled my name, just like in my dream. This time it didn't end before their faces smashed against the ground like a vase would from a table.
When I got back to the top I found that Taylor and Sydney's knots that I had tied, weren't done properly. They had come loose to let my friends fall to their death.
I sent my own best friends to their graves. How can I even look in a mirror again, let along tell anyone what happened.
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One hell of a trip
Short StoryThree girls fly to France to surprise their partners. It's all going well till death do we part takes on a new meaning. This was written by myself and a friend in year 9, it's ridiculous but I needed to share it I WARN YOU ITS TERRIBLY WRITTEN READ...
