Speaking of home, how do I get out of this filthy hole? It is night. All this indicates that my screams will not save me. I see no other way out other than climbing up. I know it's impossible, but there is no other way out. I place my hands against the wall and the soles of my feet against the other side, and I try to find the strength to walk myself up. Once in this position, I can't move. I can't move up or down, and I can't easily maintain myself in this position. I fell drastically into the water. If I were not capable of climbing the monkybars in tenth grade, much less would I be cable climbing up a miserable ten-foot wall. I am exhausted. I sit here in hope that someone will come for me.
It has been many hours since I kept spraying; I have attempted to throw the water over the walls; I have attacked the walls. Mothig, no one is coming fore. I can barely walk anymore. What am I thinking? Taking on the mission of climbing a ten-foot wall upward, I lost all energy. I am going to die here. Here, in this dirt. No other thought flowed other than the fact that I was going to cake my last breaths amongst this dirt. The last moments of life will be spent here, of all places. I can't think of a death that was more humiliating. I will die in such a hideous, dirty, old, and decomposing place. I am going to be drawn into this water when I can no longer swim; I am going to be drawn, and I am going to sink down there, and my father will not be able to find the body, and I will be here forever. I will decompose into such a horride place and without the right to a disent fuleral. My soul is going to reminisce in this repulsive and dirty water.
I start screaming insults at whoever took me. I do not care if they are here or not. I do not care if they come to ensure my death; to make it longer, I do not care anymore. I accept the walls that confine me. I punch and kick them, not noticing my fists now bloody. All I have done is grow exhausted through my screams and escape attempts. I have achieved nothing but weakness in my legs. I try to hang myself on the wall, but that is not effective. I fear I will soon turn around as tiredness takes me away, and I fade into darkness as I become unconscious and sink into the freezing water. I fall deep and deeper until I can no longer see, whether it is a lack of light, or my incapacity. All fades to black
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The well
HorrorA girl is forced into a well by people with unknown motives. She does not know if she is in an unknown world or if she is dead. In this horrid land, she must confront beasts and contortions. while searching an escape so confusing and so unobtainab...
