A Short Story It was 4 walls that decided my fate. It was claustrophobia that was holding me by the neck. It was my tears that would blind me with rage, with panic. I would never have guessed a dark, tiny room would be my doom, but oh was I wrong. A.N: If you're a Shatter Me fan, perhaps you'd like to imagine this was the next person who was assigned to Juliette's asylum cell!All Rights Reserved
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