Lying on a cold, hard floor was enough to make me realize the pain my soul devoured...I had nightmares that I was kidnapped and locked in a dislocated area, turns out I wasn't actually dreaming.
I opened my eyes and much to my surprise, I do not recognize the place for I have been "all over" as many people put it. There is a window big enough to look through but too small for the escape of the body, let alone a hand.
I scream but all I hear are echoes and howls that make me cradle in a corner and think back....way back. My life, the ones closest to me-who are actually trustworthy- and the organization...
"Well, well, well if it isn't miss Pretty face over here lost in her so-called thoughts of shit." A familiar voice speaks but the room is dark and all I see is a silhouette in the distance. He steps into the light and I'm stunned....he's still alive? I question myself in my head.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Scattered thoughts...
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