The Bad Beginning

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I remember darkness. Lots of it. And flashing red and blue lights. I was walking towards someone, no, running. I pushed this person out of the way, felt immense pain in my head, started to fall, but never felt myself hit the ground. That's when the darkness started. I heard screaming, yelling, but the last thing I heard clearly before completely blacking out was 'Don't leave me, Astoria. No matter how many times I told you I hated you, it was my way of saying that I loved you, and I still do. Thank you for saving me, but I should be the one in this position. Not you.'

That was all I heard. Before I fell into a deep abyss.

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