Creeking

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Here I stand on the edge of a bridge,I'm ready. I'm ready to die.24 hours ago. I'm Grace, I have long black hair,and blue eyes,and I'm pale. As I got dressed in my red plaid uniform,I hear something. It's a soft whisper." Hello.Grace." In shock,I whipped around to see no one. My dark blue eyes scan across the room,looking for even the slightest movement. Nothing. As I continue to get dressed,the voice continued again. " Grace.Help me." I look up,annoyed. "WHO THE HELL IS TALKING TO ME!" "It's me," the voice said. Gasping for air,I fall on the ground. Shit,I'm having an asthma attack. As I grab my inhaler. Revived by my inhaler, I check my phone and see that I'm late for school. " SHIT!" As I hurry to get dressed,grab my bag and keys and go. Not even half way to school, I get stopped by a red light. "DAMN IT!" I slammed my head on the steering wheel. When I pick my head up, there is blood dripping down my forehead. "Damn it," I grab some tissues and wipe the blood off my forehead. When I finally get to school, I sit in my car, and the voices start again.....

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