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THE HIGH WAS GONE AS SOON AS IT CAME
Venus Meyers is a regular college student. Living with her boyfriend up until she finds out he's a serial cheater. After losing her job and her graduation getti...
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"Please," I hear my voice.
It sounds different, though. Younger.
"Please."
No. No, no, no.
"Please."
I can smell the smell of copper.
"Please."
I can feel the humid air on my skin.
"Please."
I feel everything all over again.
"I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry."
Suddenly, I'm back in my room in Barcelona, covered in sweat and panting.
I can still feel the inflictions on my body from the dream. Every mark, scar.
My body feels on fire.
I can't breathe.
I can gel the panic attack coming on.
It's like the walls are closing in on me. And I can't do anything about it. I can't stop them. Once again.
I can't breathe.
I try to force my lungs to expand, but my heart is racing. My mind is a mash, switching between the nightmare and reality, not being able to differ which is which.
My hand grips my chest, hoping to somehow force my lungs to work.
I push the sheets away frantically.
Panic takes hold of me, swallowing me whole. My hands shake as they rest upon my racing heart. I try to take a few calming breaths, but I barely get any air, and my exhales come out shaky.
With a trembling hand, I reach to my nightstand, feeling around the darkness, hoping that I haven't misplaced the pills.
I take the first pill that gets under my hand, swallowing it dry.
A minute later, my heart starts to calm down and I'm finally able to take a deep breath in.
In a fit of rage, I throw the first thing that gets under my hand against the wall. A loud bang rings out through the room.
