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One piece of broken glass. The sweat is pooling above my brow. Where did it come from...? It couldn't have fallen from the ceiling. There's no windows. No mirrors. Just a singular piece of glass. And I see my reflection. And then I fall.
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Moss stared at me, his eyes glowing a vibrant kind of green. He ran his hand through his brown hair and grinned at me. "Didn't I tell you to stay out my room?" He said while lazily walking over to me with a limp. "I'm sorry..uh- I'll leave now!" I get up and run to the door but with a blank of an eye he was in front of me. "Don't leave just yet..I'm hungry you know." He chuckled and placed his hand on my shoulder. It felt like a millon weights were on that one shoulder and I fell to the ground instantly. "No! Stop!" I scream as he plants his teeth into my neck and I let the darkness consume me.

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