The counting(short)

The counting(short)

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It was a mistake. I should have not come back here. I knew he was here and he was waiting for me. I was next on the count. I don't know why he was after me. Neither his real story. Only rumors, dark ones at that. I wish that my family would never pick this place. I am scared.... I hear him .. he is drawing near. Why did it have to be like this?? I remember now. It was because of her!
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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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