The Hand
You hold out your hand but wonder if anybody is there. You spin around, confused, taken aback by the feeling of darkness. You don't hear or see anything but oppression. You start crying as you hug your knees.
You can feel the chills go up your spine as you realize they've found you. As they approach, you try to look as small as possible. You don't look up, scared they may target you even more. As they approach you breathe harder and start sobbing. They come up to you. They look down on you.
The End
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The Hand, which
was posted on Jan 29, 2012 by
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"Ever wanted someone of the purest love to just pick you up and hug you when your..."
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