The Silent Ones

The Silent Ones

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No ones safe. I could feel my feet rubbing against the rough ground, and all I know is, I'm not safe. My heart beats rapidly, trying to remind me I'm alive, but why, please kill me. I feel the pain on my wrist as I struggle to move, the blood that drips ever-so-slowly down my fingers make staying warm a problem. Am I in a car, I could feel the ground moving. No, I could hear the train outside. It smells like metallic in the hellhole. Please, kill me.
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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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