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Heat. All I feel is heat.

They've put me in a low bake oven for a few hours. So the porcelain wont crack this time.

My bones feel like they're going to melt.

I'm laying on my back like I'm getting an MRI at Scis. Just this time elements are blasting in my face.

After forever, the door slams open and I'm slowly pulled out, just to be left there. My vision is blurry. Now that I think of it, my eyes may have melted.

"it may have failed. " I hear one of them whisper gruffly to the other

"dont tell him that" the other hissed back.

I begin to panic. My heart wont sit still, as if it's beating out of my chest. My body shakes along with the beating. I get dizzy like I'm on a different plane of existence.

"oh look what you did" on hissed and tried to pick me up, only to drop me.
I hear shattering.
It hurts.
I begin to scream

A/N

Sorey for the short chap. I'm at work and wanted to give you something

But I did have a question. I'm planning on writing a book. It will be the darkest book I've written. It will be about Ink surviving traumatic events and more focused on the aftermath of recovery. Is anyone intrested? The first about 6 chaps will be the trauma then the next about 30 will be him trying to fit back into modern society.  It's going to be some traumas that some of you have experienced.  If you want me to add anything to the book(of you're interested( let me know

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