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Dangerous Situation Short Story
Dangerous Situation Short Story
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Dangerous situation
My hands, feet and body were shaking, I could hardly breath couldn 't see straight. All I saw was the door, my goal was the door..RUN! I heard in my head RUN, RUN, RUN!! I’m running but the door seems further and further away. I felt a hands heavy and strong grip grab me and pull me to the ground. I feel a body on top of me. Everything goes black and all I hear is myself saying stop , i 'll leave just let me go! I feel a sharp pain go threw the side of my face. My head is pounding. Somehow, I don 't know how ,I managed to push him off me. I run and grab the door handle thinking i 'm out but then everything goes black. I start to give up. My body slowly doesn 't want to fight anymore....
It all started that afternoon…show more content…
“Its rude to leave like that Hope”. I frooz all I did was stare at the door the red door with green out line all around it. Then Mr.Rilan walks in front of the door come on now sit down don 't be rude. I walked backwards slowly as i got close to the chair down at my feet its getting late Mr.Rilan i should start heading home. What you have built is lovely i sure me and my friends would love to hang out here but i really must get going now. Oh Hope i 'm afraid you can 't leave I can 't let you do that . I look around and hear him saying I can 't let you do that repeat in my head over and over. I try to walk forward and he pushes me back no no no sit down. I start to panic. Mr.Rilan starts to to tell me I can 't leave I get up and push to the side and sart to run to the door. He yells my name HOPE Pushes me back stands by the door don 't do something you will regret. My hands, feet and body were shaking, I could hardly breath couldn 't see straight. All I saw was the door, my goal was the door.. RUN! I heard in my head RUN, RUN, RUN!! I’m running but the door seems further and further away. I felt a hands heavy and strong grip grab me and pull me to the ground. I feel a body on top of me. Everything goes black and all I hear is myself saying stop , i 'll leave just let me go! I feel a sharp pain go threw the side of my face. My head is pounding. Somehow, I don 't know how ,I managed to push him off me. I run and
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