EVA LEVESQUE
“This is your curse,” he said.
I gasped for air and screamed. I felt heavy hands pin my arms down. I squirmed and struggle to move, the pain of being stabbed in my chest felt real.
“Please!” I cried, “I don’t want to die!”
“Eva! Eva calm down!”
I yelled and fought and screamed. I can’t do this anymore, I’m scared. I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die.
“Eva! We’re here! It’s fine!”
Someone pulled me up and trapped me in a tight embrace. My thoughts raced thinking it was him again. He’s going to rip my heart open again until I die and this will keep happening over and over again.
“Eva, please! Calm down!”
The person hugged me tighter. I started to calm down but I was still out of breath panting. My heart was pounding outside of my chest as sobs started to come out
