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She swallowed hard as she peered into the pool below.
The water seemed to go on forever; the middle was so dark it seemed like she was being forced to dive into the void, never to see the light of day again. The water was a muddy greenish color, and there were brown bumpy boulders where the edge of the pool's floor should be. She swore she could see the shadow of a shark or two swimming around, making the tall, thin plants that went beyond the darkness sway back and forth in the water. They must be at least the size of a bus, she thought.
"Hey, girl! You're holding up the line!" A boy shrieked behind her. She jumped, frightened at the sudden knowledge that she was not the only one who wanted to use the diving board.
The girl stammered, "o-oh! I'm sorry, you can go first if you..."
The boy cut her off. "No! You're already on the diving board, and it's too late for you to get off! GO!" The boy's expression drew darker with anger. The girl could hear her heartbeat. Was he getting taller? Was she shrinking?
She felt like crying, and she must have looked it, too, because suddenly, the boy's hands grew larger, and his nails were long and sharp and black, digging into the skin of her triceps as he picked her up. His eyes looked the way a cartoon character's would when they were this upset; they were red and white striped, and his pupils were red. His teeth were now larger and sharper, yellow and slobs grossly as he yelled, painfully loud, "YOU AREN'T THE ONLY ONE THAT WANTS IT TO END CASSIDY!!!"
She bawled as his nails finally broke skin, causing streams of thick, sparkly liquid-- os that supposed to be blood?-- to pour from her arms. The holes that the liquid came from got larger, similar in appearance to how acid burns through everything slowly in the movies. The boy (now wereboy?) swung her backward in preparation to launch her into the murky sea that should be the pool, and when he did, the girl felt like she was thrown intopure, fresh lemon juice while covered in thousands of tiny little paper-cuts. She couldn't close her eyes as much as she wanted to.
She kept sinking, deeper and deeper into the water, her eyes glowing in the ocean but no match for all the water around her. She could feel the two giant sharks she had seen earlier above and below her. They were hungry.
She was finally able to close her eyes as the sharks raced towards her from opposite directions, crashing into each other with their large mouths open, the girl in the middle of it. They both clashed their teeth together to devour the girl, splitting her in half.
When she awoke, she couldn't breathe.
Everything was blurry and she felt like all of the pressure in the world was resting on her forehead. Her eyes were wet with tears. An alarm was blaring in her ears. When the girl tried to move her arm to shut off the grating noise, she felt something in her abdomen. Her heart dropped. She didn't want to look down. She couldn't look down. Don't look down.
There was a giant knife dug into her stomach. It didn't hurt as much as her shock.
Her internal organs were now out in the open, where they never, ever should be. What were those sharks? Her eyes welled with tears again as she tried to scream, but her lungs were mangled by the giant butcher knife. She noticed a figure on her right, and then she noticed her surroundings. A white coat drenched in red. Ripped jeans. A hospital room. A hospital bed. An IV filled with god knows what so sloppily stabbed into her inner elbow that whoever did it might as well have just chopped it off. The strong stench of isopropyl alcohol filled her nose.
Balloons and flowers. Two cards. A TV is on in front of her, in the corner of the walls, and Garfield is playing. Nermal is on the screen right now. The girl tries to draw another breath. Who's Cassidy?
The figure moves closer with a really, really sharp pair of scissors.
She stared at the TV, happy it was the last thing she'd see.