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Everything was black. I was petrified, if that even made the cut. I felt claustrophobic, the weight on my wrists and ankles sending sparks of pain jolting through my arms and feet.

Maybe it's all a dream, my consience tried to comfort me, more of itself. But maybe, just maybe, I would wake up to the smell of my mum making breakfast, just like every morning.

But no.

This was the ugly truth.

It wasn't a dream.



This story is gonna consist of extremely short chapters mostly, but there are going to be multiple updates, so no worries.

Love y'all, R xx

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