|| Inevitable ||
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I feel my lungs caving in, the muscles in my legs coming to a shuddering halt. Sobbing uncontrollably, struggling to breathe, I collapse into a heap on the wet ground. It's useless. It's completely hopeless. There's no point running anymore. There's never been any point.
Because no matter how fast I run, no matter how far I crawl, no matter how loud I scream for help, he will find me.
He always does.
This is a glimpse into what it's like to be destroyed; to watch everything you've ever loved ripped away in a blink of an eye. You're not safe. You're all alone, and nothing can save you now. [#55 in Horror 16/07/15]
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