Labored breathing trying to get the breath of life, but the airway is squeezed shut by an iron hand. It felt as if death is crawling up her feet then to her legs, it’s getting numb now, is this what it feels like to be paralyzed? Slowly before her his red curly hair start to fade to grey and black, like the static in a broken TV but this time it’s her that’s breaking. As the grip around her neck gets tighter, it’s almost euphoric; it feels as if room is like a Tea Cup ride in the carnival, it goes round and round until everything becomes nothing. Slowly it’s starting to end, the song The End by The Doors starts playing in her head. The end, beautiful friend, this is the end, my only friend the end.
Okay, am I scaring you? Lets rewind, go back to when everything was good. Almost out of a fairytale, she has the prince charming and they are going to ride off over the rainbow into the sunset happily ever after.
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