{A Chase Atlantic Love Story} (Soon to be tv show!)
"We were just uhm...you know talking." he stammered.
"Yeah" Clint said venom lacing his voice. "talking."
"Talking about what exactly?" Chris asked with the same amount of venom.
They were qu...
There's no rainbows, just white lines Yeah, there's no rainbows, just white lines The powder will become your new obsession So your friends won't stay close, just waste time
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{Trigger Warning of sexual assult recommended for 16 and up!}
I woke up gasping for breath, I sit there letting my heart calm down before looking around me I take in my surroundings, I was in a all white room with chocolate fountains around me,getting up I walk to one of the fountains.
There were strawberries on silver platters, picking up the red fruit I dip it in the fountain of running chocolate.
I roll it over letting it get coated. Until the brown turned to red, dropping the strawberry I back away.
The fountain was overflowing with a red thick substance. Blood, as was all the other fountains I was surrounded by. Something caught my eye floating in it, slowly stepping forward I see it's a hand, a big hand.
Stepping closer I reach my hand out, I don't why I didn't run as soon as I saw the overflowing blood, touching the hand I feel it's deathly cold, peering into the thick bright red blood trying to see if I could identify the body of the hand.
But I couldn't see anything, I started to pull away but the hand grabbed my wrist.
"What the-" I couldn't finish my sentence I was pulled towards the fountain roughly.
I was being pulled into the fountain, the blood coating my arms and clothes. I screamed for someone to help me.
A head started to appear from the fountain cutting of my screams I watched a face appear. A face I tried to forget all those years ago.
"No! No! No someone help me!" I pleaded.
The face spoke blood pouring out of his mouth. "No one can hear your screams." he laughed, sounded more like choking blood gurgling in the back of his throat.
Then all of a sudden his other hand reached for me tugging at my shirt, I tried to fight it, pry his hand away but he had my wrist in his other hand and all I had to work with was only one hand.
I pulled away hoping it would loosen his grip but more hands reached out from the fountain, grabbing and ripping at my clothes, I pried off the tattered remains of the shirt and fell.
I tried to get up but I slipped in the split blood on the floor, the hands then reached for me again grabbing a hold of my ankles dragging me to the tunnel.
