Out Of This World
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Last published Sat, Jun 19, 2021
Brightness flashed through my mind like thousands of little galaxies and I awoke with a jolt. I look around only to see myself surrounded by a clear glass bubble exposing the other people next to me who was also might I add surrounded by glass bubbles.
My heart begins to race adrenaline hitting my nerves triggering my fight or flight. And I run to the edge of my bubble.
"WHERE THE FUCK AM I" I screamed
banging my head on the hard glass only stopping when blood trickles down my forehead and onto my shirt. My body hyperventilates sweat falls into my eyes one word crossed my mind before the panic, the blood, and the darkness clouded my vision, August.
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