I tap on the shoulder of a man in front of me. He turns around and has no face. I scream hoping someone will hear me. But no one does.
I wake up in a cold sweat for someone to look at me in the eyes and put the back if their hand on my forehead. I flinch at the contact.
He looks at me and stares then leaves.
I am scared
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Journal of the Broken
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