Lying on the cold, hard, empty floor I have time to consider my actions. Apparently.
Time to remember what happened- or forget. What could have happened. The ifs and buts coursing through my veins, feasting on my brain every second that I wait for-
The realisation that this is real and that I'm here hasn't hit me yet.
I am in limbo again, my own personal purgatory, which is surely worse than hell. Well soon I will find out what I did, what they say I did. The consequences for her actions. And so will you. But you know already, don't you?
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Finding Megan
Short StoryIrresistible, that's what she was. She had that thing- that thing you can't fake. You know the type? They walk in a room and all eyes are glued to them. Like they're a magnet or something and we're all hopelessly pulled in by the force. Collateral d...
