Edge of Insanity

Edge of Insanity

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Game Of Thrones
"Reality is the ability to exist in one's mind" Hard. Cold. Emotionless. This is what Emily Stark was. This is how she had to be. This is how she got paid. She had to be this way, it was required in the world of hers. A world where love was forbidden. Emily Starks was a reporter. She talked about events, heartbreaking events that even the strongest person would cry about. And she did. But in the safety and loneliness of her studio apartment. All she wanted was to scream at the unfeeling people she met everyday. What was the point? What was the point to narrate these events back to those who lost something or someone they loved? Was it to hurt them more? To make them examples? Examples of what happens when you love? Emily wanted to breakdown and ruin the perfect image she held. But in a society where your image is most important, you can't afford to breakdown. You can't afford to feel. You can't afford happiness.
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Save Me

I was drowning. I knew that. I also knew that the hands around my throat, pushing me deeper into the river water was the cause. What I didn't know was who was drowning me and why. It hurt thinking. It hurt to do anything right now. But I still screamed under the cold water and pushed the hands away as hard as I could. It didn't have much effect. I fought and fought, but I was getting weaker, and colder. The pain was overbearing. I couldn't breathe. It was the worst pain imaginable; and as the hands that were around my neck were forcibly ripped off by some unknown force, I slipped deeper into the depths of the river. My hair was straight above me along with my arms. My eyes were open and the water burned. A darkness started to pull me under, taking the pain away. I felt a small pressure around my waist, before the darkness completely consumed me. The last thing I remember is thinking, save me.

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