I couldn't handle the pressure. It was all too much. I growled and glared at the demon and yelled, "WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS" He looked amused as he touched the side of my face making my vision blurry and once again repeating, "your next"
I tried screaming, I tried opening my eyes but it wasn't working I was stuck, but I still wasn't back to reality I was steal in my dream.
In my nightmare...
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The Art Of Anesthesia .::. Braden Barrie
Fiksi PenggemarSometimes I think about who I should believe The people who are dead or the people who are free Sometimes I hear them as they whisper to me I try to stay awake so I won't die in my sleep And I was quick to take a second look through The window on th...
