blindspot

blindspot

Reads 29
Votes 0
Parts 2

Ongoing7m

Last published Thu, Jun 30, 2016

Fanfic

I originally wanted to tell you my fears and my worries, and for you to smile, leaving a soft kiss on my cheek before you left to get tea to calm my shaking hands. You'd come back and I'd thread my fingers through your hair, that godforsaken cat you begged me for cuddling in your lap as you sat under my arm. I'd listen to you tell me stories to make me smile and memories we made and have told over and over. But this is over now, and i don't know what thought hurts me more, that you're gone, or that you chose to be.

All Rights Reserved

Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.

You may also like

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.

Content Guidelines