The Consequences In Living
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Dernière publication dim., juil. 13, 2025
I know I promised to not write. But I've been shitty, I need to let things out. So this story is a journey of my sadness. And what I want to do. BUT it's all in my head. Just a warning, this story contains a lot of gore and depressive stuff. it's not for the weak. Don't blame me, I warned you
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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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