chapter 8

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Tobias POV

Who am I

where am I

"four?" says a voice

who is she

who is four

slowly my vision becomes clearer and I see many people crowding around me

who are they

all of a sudden a shooting pain goes through my head and 10 years flash before me.

all I can think is ...
Marcus
Marcus
Marcus

I curl up into a ball rocking back and fourth whilst whispering over and over
please don't hurt me Marcus
please don't hurt me Marcus
please don't hurt me Marcus

I feel like an old record playing on repeat

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