Figments Of My Imagination

Figments Of My Imagination

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All I wanted to do was protect my friend. I didn't want any of this. I didn't ask for any of this but then again, no one ever does do they? William Shakespeare said, "some are born great, others achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them," but what's so great about this. It feels like I'm losing my mind. I see things that no one else sees. I can see the things peaking at us through the shadows. I can see people-, things around us. I can feel them as easily as I feel people like me and you but no body else notices them. If no one else can see them they aren't really there are they? People can't form out of thin air can they?
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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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