3: the dream

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~dream~

I lift it up to see the same lifeless eyes I saw three years ago, the same person who died because of me. I jump back in horror, placing the cloth back over her body.

I'm still met with silence every time I have this dream I don't hear her screams like I wish I do, I hear the silence the silence the worst part no voices not cartwright shouting at me just nothing.

~end of dream~

A tear falls down my face, followed by another and another until they don't stop, and my breath becomes uncontrolled and short, a panic attack.

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