12070. The number whispered in my mind. Menacing, dooming, yet soothing, like the hug of a python before it chokes. I knew what it was. It was my name - but it wasn't. Confusion clouded my thinking, and I wanted to scream again. My throat closed, and I felt my chest spasm as panic gripped me once more. No, I was not going to have a panic attack. Tough girls didn't have panic attacks. Tough. That final word rang clear and loud. I was a tough girl. Almost like the first word of a well-known cliche, my name fell into place beside "tough." Brianny. My real name.
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