Survival Guide To Love

Survival Guide To Love

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, May 22, 2014
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I laid on the jungles filthy floor next to an idiot. This idiot had gotten us lost in the middle of nowhere in a thickly dense tropical jungle. There were birds chirping and insects buzzing all around us. We were covered in mud, dirt, and monkey spit. But surprisingly, I couldn't imagine being anywhere else. I didn’t want to be anywhere else. You might be wondering why I enjoyed being in this disgusting state, so let me start from the beginning.
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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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