Status: The end. Thank you all so much for reading.
Wrists
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I woke up in the middle of the night, frightened from a nightmare I couldn’t even remember. Only small fragments of it came to me, and I shivered, willing it away. I was sore—really sore. My muscles were screaming, begging me to just lie down and rest.
I willed the pain away; it wasn’t as nearly as bad as the torture I felt that afternoon. I could deal with it—the pain was just another horrid reminder that I was still living a nightmare, even when conscious. I may have left one, but I’m now in another.
It scared me.
I was scared.
I willed the pain away; it wasn’t as nearly as bad as the torture I felt that afternoon. I could deal with it—the pain was just another horrid reminder that I was still living a nightmare, even when conscious. I may have left one, but I’m now in another.
It scared me.
I was scared.