"Can you please state your name for me, miss," an unfamiliar woman's voice asks.
"D-Desiree Albask," I reply shakily. As my eyes slowly become more focused, I begin to make out the details of the strange room I am in. It appears to be a hospital room. I am overwhelmed with the urge to run. When I try to sit up I find that I am strapped to the bed. Realizing my efforts as being futile, I slump back against the overly-fluffed pillow and feel the tears well up in my eyes, threatening to spill over. I try my damnedest to stop the flow but it's useless. The nurse tells me not to worry and that everything will be fine. With what I've gathered over the past few months, nothing will ever be "fine" again.
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Tragic Spirit
FantasyDesi is a mature-for-her-age teen who would rather sit at home with a good book and music than go out and party or hang out. One night she decides to change that. Little does she know, that won't be the only thing changing in her life
