He ducks out of my way and a flash of white pain shoots up my arm. I look up and see the cracks in the wall left from the impact of my fist. I ball and unball my fist a few times and try to push the pain out of my mind. A sharp cry comes from somewhere and I think it might be my own voice. I lift a hand to my head and my fingers come away bright red. When did I hit my head? I push myself up from the floor and try to ignore the black that is starting to creep into the edges of my vision. He lunges forward and the last thing I feel is his solid fist being driven into my ribs before I black out.

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Leviathan almost 10 years ago

nicely written.

Jayden Nicole (joined almost 11 years ago)

I have a passion for art and an overactive imagination.

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