Everybody knew the stories, once someone fell to the water, not even the body would emerge. There was not a single soul who managed to save their pitiful existence from the curse of the dark waters... Until me.
I had everything I could want until he took it from me. Now all I have is a goddamn curse and a ton of questions I don't have the answers to. I can hear the desire for revenge calling out to me, but I have a lot of problems to deal with, and as if that wasn't enough, I seem to need the help of my greatest enemy. I'm running out of time, and all this is happening just because I trusted the wrong man. I will make sure I don't make the same mistake again, though... right?
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This is just an online save point for my story. I'm not a native English speaker, so you might notice a mix of British and American spelling. If you spot any inconsistencies, feel free to point them out! I'd also love to hear your thoughts on the story and suggestions for how to improve it.
They had both been dealt enough tragedy in their short teenaged lives, more than anyone should ever have to endure.
Will two self destructive teens coming together do more harm than good?
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I don't know what came over me.
The poor guy just asked if he could help and I went all 'crazy psycho bitch' on his ass.
I couldn't breath.
I needed water.
I needed air.
Fuck why was is it so hot in here.
Was it the fact that the moment his hand left my skin I felt an unbearable need to feel his touch again or was it hearing him ask if I needed help that made me feel helpless and broken once again.
I didn't know what it was but I felt like I was suffocating, like the jersey I was wearing was strangling every ounce of oxygen from body.
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* This story had been reviewed recently. There are now added scenes and further edits - 2024 *