[ 0 ] Sanity Crumbling
Blair Nixon
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Darkness.
That’s all I see as I thrash in the water.
And the cold.
I hate it. I hate it all but I can’t do anything. The water stills crashes against me, despite my clawing hands and wheezing breaths.
My life does not flash before my life, but rather this harsh reality in full force. All I can make out are glimpses of the distant floodlights and the red liquid that is seeping into the water around me.
Then the hands. All around me, choking, dragging, pulling me deeper into the river. One of them touches my back and my scream is muffled by the water. It dances across the damaged skin of my shoulder blades. Tracing the gushing wound, it pulls apart my skin at the seams.
Flake by flake. Bone by bone. Brick by brick. My body drowns, and along with it, my sanity.
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A/N: Hello, and welcome to my realm * bows dramatically *. Thank you for giving this novel a try. Keep in mind that this is the prologue and a past memory for Blair Nixon, our starring female.
Live Life, Eat Papaya,
- The Papaya
