my hand aches as soon as I pick up the pen. my wrist pulses with piercing agony. I click the pen. memories flicker through my mind. A shadowy figure looming over my seizuring body. the piano. fear pulses through my veins. the tips of my fizz with each beat of my heart.
I regain consciousness to a squealing heart rate monitor and a ……
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