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  • Essay / a horrible dream - 595

    My heartbeat sped up as Adam's brutal little fists swung at him, he fought back but his resilience was useless as he was surrounded. I cowered behind the school fence as they swung at him from all angles, hitting harder and harder each time. Their fists, fueled by anger, struck him without hesitation, they showed him no mercy. “Please, sto…..n.. mor.” The roaring wind impaired my hearing. His sharp eyes met mine and he gave me a desperate look, like that of a deer just before being devoured by a pack of wolves. It became increasingly difficult to see as the blizzard grew stronger and dark clouds filled the sky. My chest tightened as I heard a loud noise, like the sound of breaking ice, I got a really terrible feeling in my stomach. I rushed to the scene and saw his skull shattered, thick blood gushing from his head staining the snow pure white. Adam started to look me in the eyes, his gaze was so fierce that my hands started to shake. Brock walked over and put his hands on my shoulder. “Don’t worry, he won’t report us, we can trust him.” Adam looked at the mess he had made and then...