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“Ugh…” I groaned. I was laying flat on my back with no memory of how I got there...

the story continues.

The government sends you a timer on your 18th birthday, counting until the date of your death. I just turned 18, yet my time is running out. Fast.

Part 2 of Timed 8 days...8 days to live...

He clearly remembered having 91 passengers. How come there was one more?

Just a sweet little thing for a heart.

Nobody realizes how small we are, in a big, big, cruel world.

Oh, midnight sun, single heart in the trees, Magical touch, unfound, as the woods stays asleep.

I wish I could take back all the words I said, because I would rather be in your arms instead. I hope you find your Muse one day, but for now, I’ll pretend I’m okay.

I should have seen the hate in your eyes. I should have known your perfect disguise.

There’s a monster here, crawling in my bed. I can hear its breath. Harsh, raspy, taunting. Through my nightmares it’s well fed. I’m too scared to turn around, it’s too daunting.

"Who did this? This is horrible!" "People. People did."