“They found her! She’s alive.” The last few words I heard as my body was dragged out from that lake. Feeling the water rush down my side as my back twisted and folded. Now, I sit in a hospital bed. My only comfort is the silent beeping of the monitor. Soft voices come and go but I can never tell if they’re really there or if something is beckoning me, telling me to just let go. Nonetheless, it’s reassuring. As the monitor speeds up, so do the voices. The shuffling of feet becomes louder, but I feel lighter. “She’s dead.”
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