Jax Harper2 Weeks Earlier.With an epileptic cry and my muscles rigid from a mild spasm, I jolt out of a bad dream. My shirt is soaked with sweat, leaving it in a darker shade of brown, like I got plunged into a river.“Fuck.”I sigh and relax back in my seat. I'm in the backseat of my car, in the damn public, and heading to finish off business, yet what only remains my nightmare found a way to crawl out in the day- for the first time. This is a part of me that the world must never know. I've trained all my life burying it in the dark. I'm used to it, used to the feeling of being suffocated in my nightmares, and waking up with hard pimples that could prick your skin, but having daydreams is weird. It’s either I’m terribly relapsing or it’s just a normal reaction since I'm closer to the source. My focus slowly shifts to the bustling city. San Francisco is more beautiful than I recall; foggy hills, electric neighborhood, thriving technology. Still, I won’t spend another day breath
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