the room

the room

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It was dark, i could'nt see anything. The floor below me felt like old, wet wood rotting away, as if it had been here for centuries and seen it's fair share of Storms and rough weather. Another thing was that it smelled horrible...putrid even, the smell making me Gag as it invaded my Nostrils. Apart from the Darkness and Smell i could feel one thing...hatred, it enveloped the are like a malevolent aura and it struck me, sending shivers up my spine. Maybe it came from my brother thanks to what i did, but that din't matter other things were of higher priority at the moment. I had to find some sort of light source and fast, i fear that the hatred that i sence wil manifest itself, and lets just say...humans don't reason when fueled by rage, and seeing as how im in the receiving end of said rage i'd rather no tempt it. As i was searching around i stumbled on something, it was a soft Bag-like thing and it sorta felt like a body...I reached down and touched it and immediately took my hand back. The texture was cold but rough, and it had...squirmy things? i could'nt tell what it was but i could tell you it was living and attached to the body-like object. I race-walked away from the object making sure that none of the things living on it got on me.
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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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