Make Or Break

Make Or Break

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He wrapped his hand around my neck, pushing me up against the cold brick wall. Pulling my chin to look up at him. I stared into his glacier blue eyes. I looked deep. Dark, cold, & without a conscience. I wasn't afraid. I was intrigued. I was curious of what goes through his mind. I leaned closer. His hand tightening around my neck. I could feel his breath on my lips. Gentle. Fearlessly I reached up to touch his face. My gaze still fixed on his icy eyes. My thumb brushed gently along his jawline. Goosebumps were left along his skin. His hand wrapped around my throat was now starving me of oxygen. My gaze broke. Fear consumed me. His lips curved into a smile, from ear to ear. "We're all the same inside here." He said with a chuckle. Pointing with his left hand to his head. His words ran cold chills down my spine. I winched at the pain. And before I knew it, he was gone. I dropped to the brick wall. Breathing heavy. His voice rang In my head. "I'm not crazy." I whispered to myself. "Keep telling yourself that Nova." I head a voice say in the back of my head.
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isolation

this story is about a scientist in Antarctica slowly losing his sanity I can feel the corners of my lips tug upwards and before I know it, I'm cackling. My laughter rings through the empty room, bouncing off the walls as I double over in hysterics. Despite the dire situation, I can't seem to stop. With each passing second, my giggles become more uncontrollable, more manic. As I catch my breath, I try to reassure myself. "Everything will be fine," I tell myself, punctuating my sentence with another bout of laughter. "Because, because!" I repeat, and my voice breaks into another round of giggles. But soon, my mirth turns to misery as my laughter becomes sobs. I collapse on my hands and knees, tears streaming down my face until they blur my vision. The tears burn my skin, adding to my anguish. I can't even cry in peace, can't even surrender to my despair without feeling physical pain. "Oh god, I ruin everything Johnny- I'm sorry!" I cry out, my voice cracking. "I'm supposed to keep care of you and I'm sorry! I'm so sorry Johnny!" I scream, pounding my fists on the cold, hard floor in frustration. It's no use. Nothing can save me. I feel my tears freezing on my face and I quickly dry them with the back of my hand. I crawl over to the fire, seeking warmth and comfort. But there's no comfort to be found.

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