itsjustme
As she bent down to pick up what I dropped, I saw it. Two puncture wounds on her neck, I gasp. "What?" She asks as she hands me whatever it was that I dropped. My mind is focused on those two puncture wounds. Everything that I've ever saw around her has been a blanket of dark and evil and she has wrapped herself in it. "Why are you wearing that scarf?" I ask her. Her eyes glaze over and she says, "I don't really know."
"Do it, do it, do it!" The crowd behind me cheer. All of my friends are right behind me trying to talk me out of this madness. This is Double Dare and you can't back out of a Double Dare. I take a deep breath and then I step on to the ledge of the Dead Man's Bridge, a place that is known for drownings and deaths. I look down at the mincing waves that slap the bank angrily and I gulp. "Don't do it," I hear my best friend whisper from behind me. I slowly turn to face the crowd. "You can't back out of a Double Dare. It's not how the game is played." I let myself fall backwards, the world rushing around me, until I slap against the angry waters below.