27: Smell
I smelled gas for a second. Then I smelled rain while Luke carried me through the parking lot. Then I smelled the smell of hospitals which I can't really put into words. Something along the lines of reminding me about cotton balls and scissors. Then everything went black.
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Stockholm Syndrome
General FictionI didn't want to. I wouldn't. I won't. But suddenly I was doing it. I didn't even register my feet hitting the fourteen steps it took to get up the stairs. My brain ignored the ninth step and how creaky and loud it was. And then I was there. Finding...
