Eight (Helena's p.o.v.)

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My heart was beating rapidly, I was slowly dying and my final moments would be soon. As a seventeen year old who's never been outside there's so many things I've wanted to do, so many things I've never experienced and I prayed that when I was older I would be able to do these things, but it seems that my time has been cut short.

Slowly and surely, I was dying.

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