I'm spinning. No, the room is spinning. He's spinning, she's spinning, everything is spinning. The voices, they are back. They are yelling at me."What did I do wrong?" I yell. I need to get out of here.
Suddenly I stop running. I flutter my eyes and I look around the area I have found myself at.
I don't know where I am. I feel a burning in my throat and stomach. I find myself doubled over and struggling to breathe. The air comes out as short spurts dripping out of my mouth. There is an excruciating pain in my legs and I feel my knees buckle. I drop to the dark soiled ground my hands move through the dirt, squishing it between my fingers.
I look up at the the moon slightly shining through the trees. A breeze casts over me, cooling my clammy skin. I close my eyes and breathe in the stars, the moon, the rustling trees, everything I just take it in. I slowly open my eyes and give it all back. And I realize I am no longer spinning.
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