I woke up in a daze. Dizzy and motionless while shapeless figures move in a blur before my eyes. I wanted to focus on them. Know where the hell I am, but my hands were restrained and I can't rub my eyes clear.
I scream.
"Shut up, Snow," it was a foreign voice. One that I never talked to before.
"Who are you? And where am I?"
"Hell."
"What the--"
"Shut up, Snow."
"Where you the one who I was talking to?"
"Who? Grace? That girl is dead next to you."
Grace.
Oh my shit.
My best friend.
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SNOW SURVIVES MY MIND | ✓
Truyện NgắnA dialogue/multimedia story "Spot the shelve with the pink packaged painkillers." "I can't see it...Okay." "Count five from the left and put them on the floor next to you." "..." "See the gun? Take it." Snow Survives My Mind is a mys...
