I remember that it hurt. I remember giving in to the pain as it clenched my heart in one last shuddering wave of terrifying force. I remember hearing the voice that would continue to haunt me throughout the course of both my adolescent and adult life. I do not know what it was or why, but I do know that it was the sickening sound that concluded the denouement of my consciousness.
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Euphoria
Teen FictionWith less than a single memory to sustain her, Etta has much to pick up before piecing her life back together. I am aware that it doesn't sound all too interesting, but please read it. You might end up liking it
