Chills run through my arms.
Fingers colder than ice.
An uncontrollable heart rate.
Ragged and uneven breathing.
What the hell is happening to me?
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Darkness reprieve
Non-FictionFor some reason- and I don't know why- I don't care what I become.
Chapter 32
Chills run through my arms.
Fingers colder than ice.
An uncontrollable heart rate.
Ragged and uneven breathing.
What the hell is happening to me?
