Deathly Accounts

Deathly Accounts

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I couldn't see. I couldn't move. Somehow, I knew that I was floating. Something about me felt...older. I was somewhere familiar. I was in... water. Hunreds of feet below the surface.
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**Alone and hopeless... Is that everything there is to me? Do I not deserve the prospect of a change? A change for good.** Those were thoughts that went through my mind when he crushed my body with unnatural strength against the tree. I felt the taste of blood on my tongue. My surroundings started to get blurry. My head was throbbing. I began to feel drowsy. But there was one thought that gave me conscious, spinning through my head like a tedious fly keeping me from rest. **I deserve a change.**

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