Snuffed Out

"I could show it to you." A warm palm pressed onto her wrist, five long fingers gripping her.

"I'm fine, really," she said, careful not to show her distress. She tried pulling her arm away but was stopped short by their tightening grasp.

"You should come with me, it's much better than the place you're going," they began pulling at her, but were met with resistance.

"No, please. I don't want to," they pulled harder, sharp nails pushing into her skin. "Ow! You're hurting me!"

"Trust me, I know what's best for you."

"No you don't! You people never do!" She yanked her arm back, hastily climbing downwards, away from them. They followed her; she could hear their scuffling in the gloom.

"I want to help you."

Her palms were clammy with sweat as she tried to maintain grip on the jagged rocks. "I know," she sobbed, "but please, leave me be." She froze as she felt breathing on her face.

"Well if you're so keen on going down there, why don't I help?"

"N-," they pried her hands off, dangling her from her wrists.

A piercing scream resonated throughout the chasm as a flailing figure fell through the abyss.

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