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I find myself trapped in a confined space, with nowhere to go. I bang on the hard walls of my cage, hoping someone will hear the noise and rescue me. I wait, but eventually come to the conclusion that no one is coming. I am left staring at my pitiful reflection in the glass.

Glass

A second of peaceful silence goes by before a teenage boy's voice mumbles, "Stop playing games. You're going to end up hurt."

These words don't make any sense. What games?

The voice speaks again, but this time it's muffled and distant. I can't seem to shake the feeling that I've heard this voice before. But common sense tells me I must be imagining. Before I have time to question, a loud rumble of voices circulate around my enclosed box. I can only pick out a few words.

"No one made you fall," and, "It's all your fault."

A feeling of anxiety courses through my veins as the voices repeat this phrase over and over again. The sound is unbearable. I cover my ears with my trembling hands, trying to escape, but failing at my attempts. I thrash and kick, and finally the walls holding me in shatter into a million pieces, and I fall into blackness.

•••••

I shoot up out of bed. I'm still shaking from my dream... more like a nightmare.
I turn around to see Annie stirring in her sleep: my commotion must have woke her up.

"Annie," I whisper, and she opens her big blue eyes.

"Is everything alright?" She asks, sleep still evident in her voice.

"I need to ask you a question about my-- accident," I say to her, and with that, she sits up in her large bed, propping herself up on her elbows.

"I thought I told you there was nothing to talk about." She says this with a glimpse of anger on her face. I don't care at this point if she's angry, I have to ask her.
I look down at my hands, and take a deep breath.

"I didn't just fall out of a window, did I?" I blurt out.

Annie stares at me with a blank expression, obviously not knowing how to respond to my abrupt question.

"What are you getting at?" She asks.

"I don't think I just fell," I slowly say. "I jumped."

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