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Consciousness.

I was sure I opened my eyes, I still couldn’t see anything. I stumbled, unsure of where I was, wanting to get a grasp of something, but my arms just swung around in air. I walked backwards to find a wall but instead I hit something just as tall as me. It let out an “ack” and I squeaked in fear. I ran to the other side of this dark space but hit the other wall too quickly. My breath left my lungs, but quickly rushed back.

It spoke.

“Hello?”

Oh it was a they not it. The lighter voice spoke again.

“What happened?”

No idea.

“Do you have a name.”

“Yes. Trinity Classe.”

Hate that name.

“Do you have any idea where we are? Or how we got here?”

Nope.

“Please, answer me, I’m so scared. I hate the dark.”

No.

She turns on her phone. Big mistake.

The light shows her face. Bigger mistake.

Then she turns that dreadful light toward me. Fatal mistake.

I rush at her.

Unconsciousness.  

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