Eight Hours of Hell

Eight Hours of Hell

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Erica had a seemingly normal life and was a very fortunate and lucky college girl, she always had what she wanted from a job she loved to amazing friends she truly was a lucky girl but what would happen if one day something terrifying happened to her? would she make it out of the situation alive or would her luck finally run out? Read on to find out. this is a fictional story i wrote for my college creative writing class and i decided to share it on here into parts, feel free to leave some thoughts once you finish reading each part and happy reading yall :D
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Annie Bloom is an average girl. She's in college, has a best friend, works, and studies. Yet one day she finds herself attacked, hospitalized, and nearly killed. Her best friend, Will, is certain it has to do with the guy she just started dating. Is Will jealous? Could her new boyfriend be involved? Or is it someone else entirely? Annie must find out quickly because every day could be her last. *** I could feel nothing but the pain. I felt every hit in excruciating detail with each erratic, painful heartbeat as my world became reduced to a series of agony. I struggled to breath through the broken ribs that constricted my airflow like a two-ton concrete slab had fallen on me. The blood from the blows to my head rolled down my face in waves. My arm was twisted at an impossible angle, yet I couldn't scream because my mouth would not open. I could feel the kicks coming at me from all directions, and as I received another one to the head I knew this was the end for me and my heartbeat slowed. The stab wound was bleeding too much for me to survive. When they left me for dead my eyes began to droop and the last thing I saw through fuzzy tunnel-like sight was a man running towards me before one final rattling breath coursed through my broken body and my heart stopped beating.

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