26: it's sad to dream. "Peter" He had fallen to the ground behind the car and Zach remembered running. Running towards him, the person that he could not see. It felt real. The moment the hands of his mother held him back had also felt real. And he pushed forward, bound within her clasp to escape. But he couldn't. He was only four, with almost no physical strength. Just the stubbornness that kept him pushing. And he begun to scream, to cry because he couldn't even see Peter again. "Shh" His mother whispered into his ears. "It's going to be just fine" She added. NOW Zach closed the door behind him and once he did, he plunged himself towards the counter. More of a cabinet that was behind the mirror. This certain cabinets had held his medications, most of which he didn't even know of what use they were. Fine, he knew about his h
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