Pulsing.
Eardrums fit to burst.
Shouldn't be here.
Help me out.
I rubbed the thin cotton fabric of my shirt between my thumb & forefinger, my mind returning to my situation. I searched through my scrambled mind to find a memory I could hold on to long enough to make some sense out of what was happening. Mentally, I made a list of the simple facts I could scavenge from the wasteland that was the inside my head.
1. The date is Friday May 15th, 2015
2. I am at a party
3. I shouldn't be here
4. I have restarted (yet again)
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Running
Teen FictionRiley Fey. Have you heard that name before? I'm sure you have. It may have been a whisper of a name in the hallway that you never heard again, but she is real. She is running. She can't stay in the same place. She has restarte...
