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"Woah where am I" I asked myself. I was in a white room and a chair in front of me. Voices and whispers filled the blank room. The voice of Mr. Bear was in the background. So were the sounds of people doubting me. Little memories playing inside my head. The time where I had told Samantha I didn't like her. She bursted in tears. The time I got in the face by a baseball in first grade. The time where I rode my bike when I was 4. Then those memories turned to dust in my mind. I imagined myself opening a door to something inside the white room. I opened the door and a bright light lit the door. I walked inside the door. The background was bright filled with nothing but grassy plain and hermit crab laying there. The crab walked around, pecking little grass from the ground. The crab walked towards me. It pecked my leg. Then the claw grew bigger. It was ready to strike. The second time the crab did that, cut my leg in half. I fell to the ground. Until I arose and the sky was pitch purple mixed with a pinch of green. It echoed as any sound was made. My leg was reattached. The floor started to fade. Soon enough it made a vortex under me. I fell in. "Ahhh". I yelled. My falling stopped. I fell on top of a chair. My spine cracked. No pain or sound came from me. I adjusted myself and started to walk. A force was pulling me back so I couldn't move forward. I made grunt sounds. I toppled over and fell back to the chair. I couldn't stand up or move. The room gained quiet and dark. A yellow beam of light hit a dark figure from a distance away from me. It stayed there. The body of the figure started to twitch and move.

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