There is something I see from the corner of my eye, I tun my head to look, nothing is there. Then I feel the hand punch through my back and out of my gut. I feel sick, blood rushing from my head and flowing out. Spinning faster and faster I try to grab a hold I struggle for control. All I see now is black, and I feel nothing, I embrace the nothing, because the nothing is comforting.
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Author:
DoltishGramatik (
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- Published: February 18th, 2018 16:48
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