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she screams out for help. her eyes darting everywhere, she heard voices, calling out for help.

she couldn't identify them, but she somehow knew them.

she saw flashes of light, not lighting, just flashes.

this has happened before, she knows what to do.

she takes her hair back, she sits down criss cross, and breathes in and out, whispering the word "ειρήνη" which means, peace in greek.

everything stopped. the voices, the wind, the chaos, it all stopped.

what was darkness, is now light. what was cold, is now warm. she finds herself sitting on top of a building, she wasn't in Brooklyn anymore.

she was in queens.