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Harry

It was getting worse. I couldn’t just hear them anymore. I could see them. Feel them. Smell them. They were everywhere. I sat shaking on the bathroom floor despite the immense heat in the room. I had opened all the taps and kept flushing the toilet just so I could concentrate on any other sound except the ones in my head.

My phone lay at my feet. Silent. I shivered and inwardly screamed. Hunter had to save me. Anyone really. Anyone, please.

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