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luke's pov

Suddenly I was jolted awake. A thin smoke started to fill the air. I smelled sulfur. Somehow, I wasn't even scared. I didn't get up to check if anything was burning or in danger. Seconds after the smoke, I felt a strong pressure on my chest. Pushing down as hard as possible. I could barely breathe. I was so confused and scared of what was happening but then I knew. I've heard of this feeling before. And I knew. I knew it was her. It had to be. No one else and nothing else would want me to feel this pain. This torturous feeling, the impossible weight on my chest, the blurriness and stench of the room, the feeling like I was about to die. She was the only person or thing that would wish this upon me and also had the power to make it happen. It hurt, but knowing what it was and why it was happening made it less terrifying. I didn't know how to make it stop so I gave up trying. I didn't deserve this, or what was about to come. However, some believed I did. My breath was taken from me and I could no longer move. I thought I saw the figure at the end of my bed, but I could've just been hallucinating from the pain and terror. Finally, the smoke cleared and the pressure lessened. I don't even know how long it lasted. I looked down at myself. I was untouched, safe. No longer any sign of a mysterious power or presence in my room. Looking back I realized, that must've just been my warning.

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