"I'm scared of forgetting."
"Forgetting what? You can't just say that. Think.'
His breaths are laboured now. It scares me.
I saw the blood when they bought him in.
There was so much.
Too much.
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4 A.M. Fears
Short Story'They say at 3 A.M. all the monsters come out, yet all my fears come out at 4.'
