My back landed on something sharp that dug through my skin. I gasped as his weight added to the pressure increasing the pain. The object I landed on went deeper into my back.
"Get off," I breathed trying to push him away. But he wouldn't move."Please," I tried again, "I'm hurt."
I moved my hand to search for whatever it was that I felt dig through my skin. My fingers touched something wet, panicking I tried to push him off harder. "Jeff get off of me! I'm bleeding." I begged forgetting about the pain long enough for fear to wash over me.
Jeff quickly clasped his hand over my mouth. "Shhh."
Eyes wide I listened for whatever it was that he wanted to hear. I waited for a few seconds. Not hearing anything, I kept trying to escape from under his grasp. But he wouldn't move. Slowly I felt my body getting weaker and weaker, before I knew it my eyelids, as heavy as 20 pounds on a childs shoulder, closed over my eyes.
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Author's Note:
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