The Girl Who Fell

The Girl Who Fell

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"What's going on in my mind?" I whisper, feeling very small and fragile. "I'm not sure, you're very quiet. Sometimes I have to look over and make sure you're still breathing." he chuckles softly, his eyes flickering back to the television, but I don't find this funny at all. "Do you...do you think I'm...crazy?" I mumble, scared to ask the question. He then clicks the television off, turning towards me and grabbing my hands. He flinches at the coldness they hold. "I don't think you're crazy, if anything, I think everyone around you is crazy, and you're the only sane one." Withdrawing my hands from his, I shakily grasp onto the locket that sits against my chest. Bringing it up to my lips, I rub the cold hard metal against them before letting it rest on my chest again. Finally looking up into his eyes, I allow a single tear to trail down my face as I say, "I just don't know if I can do it anymore." His eyes now hold worry and sadness. "Yes, you can. I know you can." Shaking my head, I stand up weakly and turn to go. "No, you don't understand. I don't think I want to do it anymore."
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My dream continued the one I'd been having for the past couple of nights. I ran, gasping for breath, through the familiar woods from a dark figure behind me. The faster I tried to run, the slower I seemed to go, until it was like I was running in place. I knew I needed to run. I was terrified of what the figure would do when he caught me. "Mara Leigh," a deep, smooth voice called. It was almost hypnotic. That was new. The figure had never spoke before now. I ran as fast as I could go, eyes searching the forest floor for a big stick or something that I could use to defend myself. "Mara Leigh!" the voice came again, this time more insistent. The forest slowly started to fade and I started to awake to someone shaking my shoulders. "Beau?" I mumbled, turning my head to the side. What's Beau doing in my room this time of night? Why is he shaking me? "Do not call me that name." My eyes flew open as I jumped at the voice from my dream. A face was right in front of mine, and just like the voice, it wasn't Beau. Before I could form a scream, a hand covered my mouth. I tried to bite it but I couldn't get my mouth to open. He's too strong. I started to use my whole body to try to get away, but he crawled on top of me, holding me down. I pulled the hidden knife out from under my pillow and slashed as hard as I could at him, but he just grabbed my wrist and squeezed it until the pain made me drop the knife. Then he grabbed both my hands in one of his and held them over my head. He held me down while I struggled. I grunted and moved and tried to kick and scream, but I only wore myself out. Exhausted, I stopped thrashing and let the tears flow freely down my cheeks. I didn't know what to do, so I just tried to prepare myself for whatever was coming.

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