CASSANDRA
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Last published Fri, Mar 17, 2017
Immediately, I felt something crawl up slowly around my right leg pulling me down, now I went Into full panic mode. I struggled hard waving my hands frantically in hopes that someone will come to my rescue, though I knew I was alone at this part of the pond.
This thing kept pulling me till only my head was above the surface "help me some body please!" I screamed out my lungs whilst sobbing. I wasn't ready to die, I still have a lot of things to do. I just have to find a way to save myself, I took in a lot of air then went underwater to free my trapped leg. Stomach cramp forgotten In that moment, I noticed it was a plant or something similar twisted around the leg. The plant refused to budge and my supply of oxygen was running out.
I needed to act fast.
I felt around for anything sharp to cut it off, taking off my hair pin I tried using it but I only succeded in cutting off a tiny part. My lungs were starting to hurt, I tried going to the surface for air but I couldn't, the plant had already pulled me deeper and was still pulling me.
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Cassandra started early in life as a priviledged child. Along the line there was a strong twist in her life that turned her World upside down.
Holding unto a very thin rope she struggles to survive withstanding all odds.
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