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Ongoing, First published Nov 04, 2017
Mature
"Where am I?" she ponders before the searing pain pierced her skull like a million needles. She screams in sheer agony before she gets small flashbacks from the last time she was awake, three days ago.

She sees herself in all that pain of her bones cracking and shifting in the odd most of forms. She had been so confused, and she still was. She came back to reality and jolted out of what she now finds herself in.

"Oh. My. God!" she breathes out heavily as she is still shaking and dripping of sweat. "Thank goodness that was only a nightmare!" Addekay whispers loudly. 

But... What if it was never a nightmare... But a mere figment of her reality to come?
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