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Darkness ate me up, doors slamed shut, the floorboards creaked. Lonely and desperate, I sat, aching for a rescue. My hands felt chained down to the bedsides, leaving me stuck to where I lay. The wind howled like a wild dog. The longer I waited, the more I feared of what was to come. I felt something touch my feet as if to graze them, something that didn't feel right. As my head struggled to look up, then I dropped. The bed whirled in a downward spiral, sending me to a place deeper in my imagination.
When the bed hit the floor, it instantly broke into pieces. My hands freed themselves, and my body felt free. I stood myself up, getting use to moving again. My feet advanced around the bland room, couriously wondering where I was. Then it hit me hard. I was in the cabin. My dad's cabin. My body started to shake, as I felt something drip onto my forehead. My fingers wiped it off and brought it to my nose, smelling it. Blood. I look around, blood was coming from nowhere. It slid down the walls like water. Then I fell again, but this time, I fell back to reality.
I awoke, kicking and screaming like I have been for the past week. Blake took me into his arms, kissing my forehead, reasurring me that everything was all right. "It's just so real.." I pulled him closer, not wanting him to let go. He looked me in the eyes and said, "may you should get help Sophia if they are still this bad." I looked at him like he was insane! But he was right, if I had to get help, he did too. Now that I realized it, that's exactly what we both need. Help.
