Light streams through the grimy window. Birds twitter as the day begins with the odd scream or cry echoing down the hallway. The smell of antiseptic and despair floats throughout the old, chaotic building. I tilt my head towards the fuzzy TV screen. I see a crowded beach. A flood of people are mingled together. Paramedics are running through the swarm. They carry out a figure on a stretcher, away from the bustling scene. I blink twice but my vision is still blurry. I blink again, confused at what I see. Is that me?
A sudden chill rushes over me. Salty beads of perspiration build up on my forehead as my world begins to spin in every direction. Memories pop up, revealing the face of a playing card.
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