Chp. 7 clock

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tw- loneliness? idk not much here

*Jeremiah*

Time passed. I didn't know how long.

Tick tock,

Tick tock,

Tick tock,

And on, and on, and on...

The clock was behind me so I couldnt see the time. I had long given up trying to count seconds after they became hours rather than minutes.

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Was he ever going to come back?

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My arms hurt.

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My stomach hurt.

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I couldn't feel my wrists anymore.

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My back stung, I could feel each pulse of my heart across the welts from the belt. I could feel his smile with each beat.

Would he come back?

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Would he ever come back?

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Did he miss me? I- I. I didnt miss him.

Right?


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