I stood there, yet again. The confusion seeping in through my blood. I could feel it. The ache of not-knowing. It was painful. I looked up at the sky, I didn't know what time it was. As if in answer, the walls started it close. I walked over to the nearest tree and sat down. My eyes started to close.
water. i was swimming. no, drowning, in endlesss fluides. endless blue liquid. then darkness. voices.
"hes dead"
"no he just woke up"
vocies of men and women. then...young voices...
"newt"
"newt wake up"
"newt!"
then, my name. repeated again and again. and again, until it was screaming, desprite screaming.
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