By: KeiWeii(seven)
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It was morning, I texted them. Down I fell again onto those comforting sheets, closed my eyes.
'It's painful, I can't breathe... it's dry...'
My eyes opened yet I was on my 'bed' black arms reached out from underneath me on my bed and wrapped around me holding me down.
The remaining hands wrapped around my throat tightly and was ripping out my tongue.
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My eyes opened I sat up and looked out my window.
"Good...morning..."
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Dream
Short StoryA story of dreams, a compilation of short stories some are creative some are based on true stories.
