Stranger
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Fiction
Romance
Tagslove
There I was alone and sad and then this stranger came along. I had passed out before I could see his face. When I woke up I was lying in a strange apartment. It was a very nice looking apartment. It had at least 7 bedrooms and 4 full sized bathrooms. I sat up and looked around some more. Only to realize I was being watched. The man was standing in a hallway by the kitchen. He came out of the shadow enough so that I could recognize his face. He had great hair and nice blue eyes. His presence was comforting to me. I thought to myself " who is this man." He came and sat by me. He told me I had nothing to worry that he had it kidnapped me. Only that he found me knocked out in the freezing cold. His name was nick. Nick seemed very sweet. I said thanks for all of this but I can handle myself. He laughed at me. I said what's so funny. He said you think you can handle yourself ha! I told him I could and I will. So I grabbed my things and was about to leave and then he grabbed my hand.
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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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