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NO WAY OUT || H.S. fanfic (on hold)

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Fear takes over me and I jump up from the bench and walk away, gaining speed. The footsteps get louder and louder, catching up. 
My throat runs dry and my mind wanders at the possibilities. I take a sharp turn into an alley stumbling a bit, but not stopping. The footsteps don't stop behind me. I slow down seeing a tall steel fence gate infront of me. 

Without another thought i start climbing it. I dont get too far before I am yanked down by my foot. I panic and let out a loud shriek. Hoping somebody would come out and help. Who am i kidding, it's the middle of the night and i've never really had the best hand at luck. 

A hand covers my mouth, stopping me from screaming further. The other man firmly holds my hands behind my back. I dont stop trying to get out of the man's hold. The other man takes his hand away from my mouth but is replaced with a cloth drenched in what i think is chloroform. 

My thoughts are confirmed as my movements slow down and i lose control over them. My eyes begin to droop and my vision blurs before everything turns black and I pass out. 
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