Memories From a Dead Girl
Forty-Seven
The shadow moved slowly. It was light out, but all I saw was this black mass standing behind Austin. I blinked, but he was still there. When he struck Austin, he went down, and I fell onto the dirt. Gasping, my fingers coated in blood, I took a breath. Then I felt someone press down on my head, guiding me.
The water burned every part of me as the shadow held me under. I tried to breathe, but it hurt far too much. I lifted my arms to push myself up, but found it useless. Then the fear came, slamming into me.
The recognition.
Panic swelled inside, and I knew, with every struggle, that I was dying.
Someone help me.
The water burned every part of me as the shadow held me under. I tried to breathe, but it hurt far too much. I lifted my arms to push myself up, but found it useless. Then the fear came, slamming into me.
The recognition.
Panic swelled inside, and I knew, with every struggle, that I was dying.
Someone help me.