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She was sore, weak, and confused. She couldn't remember anything, who she was, what she was. All she remembered was Quinn, she was Quinn. So she wandered around. The street was completely deserted, not even a car. Yet towering buildings were everywhere, creating a maze. Quinn's head started to spin. Where was she? Was she in the secret Mayan ruins? Okay no, she was definitely not in the Mayan ruins. Quinn heard faint scuffling as she walked, probably a squirrel. Yet there didn't seem to be any plant or animal life, just brick and stone. Population of unknown land probably inhabited by green three-eyed aliens: one human being who has amnesia. Maybe she was dead. Maybe she was on her way to heaven, but she needed to get through this maze of buildings first. Maybe she was in the wrong place. Her tangled hair and beat-up sneakers described age, yet it was impossible to tell how long she'd been sleeping. She felt faints words whispering through her head... Destroy Íra, avenge ichó. It was burned into her head. Was it something she learned from school? Probably not. A cold voice of anger was speaking …show more content…
More scuffling, faint noise, like a creepy horror movie. Except for the fact that nothing was dark, the sky was a pale grey. Nothing was bright either, except for Quinn's hair. A premonition, a feeling that something wasn't right flashed through her head like a fire alarm. All of a sudden, Quinn heard a piercing scream. It was loud, lasting for a half a second. There was no cry of help, just a shriek. Quinn wanted to run. She wanted to hear her feet tapping against the pavement as she left this nightmare. But her legs were frozen to the street. She did start running, more like sprinting, towards the sound. It was stupid, she felt stupid, like some hero, but she no longer had control over her body. Quinn skidded to a stop. She heard voices, voices of cold anger. "You think we've done it?" A hopeful voice said. Quinn could imagine the scowl on the other voice's face. "No, you stupid good-for-thing... just no! We brought the wrong person. See, he doesn't have ichor." "When will we find someone who knows of Íra's secrets?" The first voice was now hopeless. Quinn froze in her position. Íra,
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“But that night she was like the little tottering, stumbling, clutching child, who all of a sudden realizes its powers, and walks for the first time alone, boldly and with over-confidence. She could have shouted for joy. She did shout for joy, as with a sweeping stroke or two she lifted her body to the surface of the water.
disappeared. No one had seen her since. But now she’s living with a psychotic nursing home
... sins, but she can’t take back what she did so she will forever have blood on her hands. This guilt and all of the lies she has told is giving her true trepidation and in the end she decided to end her terror by taking her life.
I heard a blood-curdling scream and I jumped. I felt silent tears running down my heavily scarred face, but they weren’t out of sadness. Mostly. They were a mixture of pain and fear. I ran into the eerie, blood-splattered room and screamed as I felt cold fingers grab my neck.
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Always stuck in the past and dreading the future she struggled to grasp her own understanding of what she could do to save herself. Now that she was drowning in her own fear she didn’t think that she could possible find a way out. Pause, take a breath and breathe. She looked up, making eye contact with her professor just in time to hear her say that the midterm wasn’t until the next class and that today she would help them prepare. The girl’s heart sunk and flopped down to the pit of her stomach, but she could breathe again. Fear released the vice like grip it had on her mind long enough for her brain to instruct her lungs to fill with air and exhale. The windfalls were calming her down and she could no longer see red. This whole time she was in the throes of her anxiety for nothing at all. The test wasn’t for days and she still had time to prepare. But days from now her body knew that it would be back in the familiar territory of the yellow bile filled land of distress. It was literally only a matter of hours before she would once again be crippled by her own fear of
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“Yeah.” Gavin said dumbly. His mind raced on deciding whether to run or talk to the threatening figure which loomed uncomfortably above his head.
“Yeah,” she whispered. Rubbing her temples and starting to feel the floodwaters rush over her toes she almost wished he was there to knock her out again. “Right,” Lily said, remembering Rick had hit her. More than once if remembered correctly.