He repeated the ten deep breaths, with me as the assistant to make sure he didn't fall. He held his breath and I helped him slip into that other place. It's something I've regretted ever since, that, and when I think back on all the things I wish I had done differently in my teenage years: girls I should have tried for, classes I should have tried harder in, all the things I should and shouldn't have done, putting him in that bear hug and squeezing him into unconsciousness is the thing I most regret.
I felt the dead weight shift from his feet onto my chest, and he was a pretty big guy, but I made sure to let him down easy and not knock his head against the hard-packed earth. Just as I laid him on the grass, he came back.
He woke up screaming.
"FUCK! HOLY FUCK GET AWAY! GET AWAY! GET AWAY!" he screamed as he leaped up to his feet and flailed his arms around his head. We all jumped back, afraid of being hit in his frenzy, but more afraid, so scared we almost shit our pants, of what we were seeing.
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Come Through The Window
हॉररI have tried for so long to erase this part of my life from my mind, but I have realized it is something that will still make me shiver every time I think about it. Now that I am accepting it, I thought I'd share it with you. {short story} {warning...
