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No longer of the living
In order to cross the road I have to walk under the canal bridge; on one side of me was the dark, dank, dripping brickwork, the other side was just cold black water. On any other night it would have been different, I'd have crossed the road to avoid going under the bridge but I was still buzzing from the rehearsal, earlier. So much so that I didn't hear him come up behind me until he had me in his grip. I felt his hot breath on my neck and a slight growl before razor sharp fangs sunk into my neck. I tried to scream, I tried to fight back but he was inhumanly strong and I slipped into the blackness.
It’s eleven o’clock and I’m only just getting out of school. I suppose it’s the curse of being a drama student but that doesn’t comfort you against the dark when you leave. The blackness folds around you like a shadowy cape that you can’t shrug off, and even the not easily spooked aren’t entirely confident underneath the moon. Walking out of the school gates I rubbed my eyes slightly, I was so tired I think If it hadn't have been so cold I would have slept where I fell. It was so cold however, that I just brought my coat closer around me and started to shuffle home. I breath out slowly and the cold air hit my throat, making my eyes water. I could hear cars in the distance, along with the muffled sound of the pub I had o pass everyday to get to home. So many people… and yet no-one came to help.
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