💕the boy next door💕 a ryland storms novel.

Drowning, again. P1.

Then the bitch came out, with a baseball bat.

I dropped everything I had in my hands, which was a hotdog. She tightened her grip on the bat. I didn't know what to focus on, the anger on her face, or how hard she was gripping the bat. It was like time had stopped. Our attention focused on this girl. She edged herself closer to my body. Stuck in my position I stood. I couldn't move. She walked over to me. Her hand repositioned on her bat. "You bitch. Think you can get away with anything? I don't think so." She said. Her voice was stern and serious, calm, but she had the sound of rage in it. She swung her bat back, then whacked me hard over the head with it. I dropped to the ground. My arm went back, but I had no energy to move it from the weird position it was in. Darianka seemed to notice the pain my arm was giving me, because the next thing she did was whack my arm. You could hear the bone crack as she hit it. My arm flung to my chest, tears streaming down my cheeks. I held my arm, trying to stop the pain. She went and bashed me again, before picking me up by the the collar of my shirt. "Crybaby." She said. Everyone else was frozen to their spots. She still had a hold of me by my shirt. She held me up higher than she threw me. I wasent very heavy, and she was very strong. I got tossed into the pool. I had one of rylands hoodies on. I sunk down. I could hear people scream at Darianka. My attention focused on the wall. I couldn't pull myself back up. My arm felt dead. I felt dead. Everything started to go black. Time was running out. The water was closing in on me. It surrounded me, all I could hear was silence. Time slowly crept away, as blackness crept closer. I tried to pull myself up, but my arm held me back. I was weak, fading away like that. I tried to scream, get some air, but all that came in was water. The meer light I could see was fading, faster than time was ticking. I focused on the slow ticks of time in my head, I had given up fighting. I was drowning, that's it. The blackness started to come quicker as my eyes closed and my lungs ran out of air. People say drowning is the urge of wanting to die, the sudden burst of not being strong enough to hold your own weight. In some cases maybe, but right now, no. Me drowning is just saying, you don't deserve your life, you don't belong. It's the realisation of time just ticking away. No one realises how slow time really is. We never notice because time just passes by to fast, and when we start to appreciate things, we die, leaving those who noticed times true identity forgotten and replaced by time itself.  The blackness edged closer, my lungs gave in, I lost conscious, I was drowning again.

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