L.A. Suspects

L.A. Suspects

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I don't really remember much. The lights went out and I was grabbed from behind. I was drunk and wasn't able to break free from the grip. The scream I let out was muffled by a piece of cloth wrapped around my mouth. My feeble attempts to catch someone's attention was covered by the loud music and my captor. Before I knew it, I was thrown in to a barren place. Even I don't know who it was, and I was there. How are they suppose to find out? Dammit. What have I done? Everything, all of this, is because of me. If I hadn't gone to that club... I didn't even want to go in the first place. We wouldn't be in this situation. Rachel wouldn't be a mess. Nobody would be facing false accusations. And I wouldn't be dead
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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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