Chapter 47

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Dame


Breathe in and breathe out.

It's too cold, I could use a blanket.

Mama! Mama!

Get it together Damian.

Damian. Damian. Damian.

My name is my mantra.

No— that's not right.

One Mississippi, two Mississippi, three Mississippi...

I'd rather play graveyard. I don't like cops and robbers.

Focus Damian.

Damian. Damian. Damian.

The incessant pounding of my head is driving the thoughts away and if I squint hard enough I can see them waving to me as they careen off the cliff into nothingness.

What was I thinking about?

I need to get out of here.

Fight or Flight or Fawn or Freeze?

Choices, choices.

Get it together Damian.

There's a way out, there is always a way out.

Damian. Damian. Damian.

It's not that difficult Dame.

Stop chastizing yourself!

Never again. Never again.

You promised!

Pretty boys don't cry or scream. Pretty boys listen and lay flat on their tummies.

I said that?

Pay attention!

Damian, Damian, Damian.

Please.

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