He then veered his attention onto me and I instantaneously felt like a sound proof room, silenced by fear. A fear I knew all too well. In that moment I knew I needed to run but his gaze had my feet nailed to the ground.
Do something, anything! My mind was helplessly screaming at me, begging me to get out of the continuous situation; save myself. Run. Get out of here. Get help! I was drowning in my own thoughts.
Maybe he'll stop. He never did. Maybe it won't be so bad this time. It always was. Maybe it'll be quick. It always felt like forever. Maybe someone will come help. Nobody ever found out. Maybe-
I was seventeen.
When I died.
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Teen FictionI'm sure people out there have said this, though I think it's completely ludicrous because you can't choose who you're (in my opinion) destined to be with and that's, never fall in love with a dying person because It'll only bring an inevitable pain...
