I can't breath... I can't breath... I can't breath. It's too dark. I can't see, why can't I breath? I feel dizzy. The last thing I heard was a loud thud. Then I only saw a flash of light. I woke up in the sand. I was on the beach. I looked up to see a wave building up infront of me. Before I could do anyhing the wave crashed over me. It was cold. The wave spun me around under the water. When I stopped spinning I opened my eyes. There was a weight on them. It made my head hurt. I looked up the surface was getting further and further away. I can't breath. It's getting dark. I know this feeling. Where, where do I know this feeling from? I tryed to swim up to the surface, but the harder I tryed the more I sank. I scream but no sound came out. No bubbles came out I didn't get the choice to breath I am chocking. I can't breath. It's dark now I can't see. Help please... I'm scared.
"Andrew...Andrew...Andrew!"
"Yes?"
"What do you think make you go into that state of panic?"
"I...I don't know." I said looking down at my straight jacket.
"Why am I here, again?"
"Andrew you killed a man."
"Right...so can I leave now."
"You can but I'd rather talk to you more about this." The police guard came in and grabbed me by my shoulder.'Get off of me.'
"What room again crazy?" 'I'll show you crazy.'
"Room 26." I stared at him while we walked back. My eyes never left him. We got to the room and he flung me inside. "Don't you want out of that? You don't have to be in it." 'You don't have to be breathing either.'
"No I'm ok."
"Freak." He laughed walking away. 'I'll show you what a freak is really like.'
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The Game
Mystery / Thriller"So, Andrew tell me why did you do it?" "It's not that I am a phyco path. I won't kill people, or torture them. I know right from wrong. I just don't know real from fiction. My mind just plays games with me."
