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Chapter Fifty-four : The End, But Not Everything
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2021-07-18 22:36:24Samlin Greenham
I suddenly open my eyes.
I blink and slowly move my head. The pain in head is light, a little like when you are injected morphine.
Where am I?
I move myself in a seated position, then look around the room, remaining dark.
It is my own room.
I clamber off from the bed and stand up and switch on the light. The clothes I'm wearing is dry, surprising. The windows are opened, bringing cold air and the door is opened, so I warily step outside.
Somebody brought me home.
How night is it?
"Mom, are you here?" I call out, wondering if someone's in our house. I stay still and try to hear any sound.
It's quiet.
I go downstairs and examine the front door, which is locked from inside. The grand clock says it's 7 p.m. a
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