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    I sit on the end of my bed with my hair standing on end. My face is drenched in sweat and I can't see anything. They called my name from what seemed like miles away. They were trying to reach for me, but I wouldn't help them. I kept trying to move but I couldn't. I couldn't even blink. I stood there forced to watch th...