Pandemonium
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Despair.
Blood.
Sirens.
I woke up in a cold sweat. What happened? Where was I? Why couldn’t I see?
My heartbeats rose, breaths quickened and I could feel blood rushing to my head.
I felt a needle prick my arm followed by a voice, “Don’t worry sweetie, we are going to take care of you.” I should’ve felt relieved but all I felt was dread as I succumbed to darkness.
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