Chapter 7: Grace
I can't breathe. I can't move. I'm lying still in my own blood pool. My eyelids close shut. My lungs gasp for air. Pain coursing through my body. Nausea hits me like a powerful wind gust. The feeling of your life being snatched away. I am dead.
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