My spinal cord creaked, then gave as she twisted her wrist.
Numbness like an intense cold spread through my body.
Then I was watching her floor slide away from me, her eyes never left mine as she tossed me almost effortlessly through her ceiling and into the bathroom above.
The back of my head broke a chunk off the underside of Christine's marble sink.
Blood flowed away from me in channels, sliding with the grooves in between the checkered tiles.
Black.
Actually concludes from a different point of view
Infinite possibilities-A writer's guild
This is a writer's guild where all can gather for feedback and advice on all mediums of writing. Plus it's a great place for conversation.
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