Her head hits the hard stone as she wakes back up to reality.
She realizes she sitting by a gravestone.
This is where I'll be going.
She thinks.
Or not. I might not even make it into one.
She sighs as she rubs her temples.
She hasn't had food or water for days.
She can't do this anymore.
She walks out of the cemetery.
I hope Charlie is well.
She thinks about her dead brother she just visited.
He must be sad.
He must be cold.
He must be hungry too.
He..
He had leukemia.
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