"It needs to be sutured."
Slowly I open my eyes. Bright light meets my eyes and I close them again.
Where am I?
"It seems like she just woke up. You can go see her."
I hear footsteps getting closer.
"Jill! Hey."
"Max?" Wait, what? What is my bully doing here?
"Yes, it's Max here."
"Go... Go away!" I start kicking with my feet.
"Jill, no."
"Go. Fucking. Away. Now! This is all about you! Leave this room. Now!" My voice is not strong. I start to cry. I am weak. I am weak.
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Trapped. [ON HOLD]
General FictionWhat if you're trapped... In your own thoughts? - Many chapters, short chapters.