The Shadows Within Us | Grethan

The Shadows Within Us | Grethan

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"I was being dragged by my dislocated ankle through the woods. I cried out in pain every time a branch would slice more into the already gaping wound at the back of my head. My right leg was mutilated and I could see the bone, my femur, sticking out. Dirt was inside my wounds, and the thorns and sharp rocks on the forest floor did no help to my already aching body. Whatever was dragging me- yes, I had no idea, it was pitch black out- had no mercy and never turned its head at every scream or whimper that came out of my mouth. I had tried to escape, my nails black from the dirt. But this thing- this creature- would not let me get away."
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My heart pulsated through my chest and I didn't think I could hold on for much longer. The frightening, terrorising feeling of his fingers slipping through mine was causing the arm that was gripping to the edge of the cliff to shake. "Hold on, Harry! I've got you, I swear! Please, just hold on!" my voice held a shrill of terror to it and my eyes were filling with tears; tears of pain, frustration and sheer horror. Harry moved his gaze from our slipping fingers to my eyes. "It's okay, Ethan. Let go. You can't save me; not this time." I hated how calm his tone was. I hated how defeated he sounded. He had never given up - we always held hope for one another! We never gave up. "Don't you say that to me! Don't you fucking say that to me!" I roared, a small sob escaping my lips. Harry just smiled sadly, his muscular, beautiful body swaying in the harsh wind. The fall was so big; he would surely die of a heart attack before he hit the ground. I prayed to God he would. No. I was breaking my own rule; I would not give up on him. Either both of us lived or neither of us would. My life would be over the second his ended, anyway.

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