What's the first reaction you would give if you woke up in a blank room, strapped to a- wait- what's that- a medical chair?
Wait, not a blank room. Those aren't the scariest.
Rather, a blank white room.
I've seen enough movies to tell that I wasn't in a good situation. I'm probably someone's lab rat or something.
HOLD UP FOR A SECOND.
"I?"
Who am I?
I racked my brain, trying to recall a name (Did I even have a name?) or a memory.
God, please.
Just one memory. I don't care what memory, as long as it's something.
Cause right now, I'm totally blanked out.
Suddenly, I doubled over, both hands immediately clutching my head.
Pure pain surged through my head, bringing with it a faint memory.
"It's coming."
"No."
"HE'S coming."
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Mission: Make Him Love Me || PJM
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