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I lay there, curled up in the fetal position on the ground, for what could have been hours. Never before had I wished so hard that everything that had happened to me was only a dream. But no matter how long I waited, or how hard I pinched myself, I wasn’t going to wake up. I was completely awake. Despair overtook me. I didn’t think I’d be able to face that monster again, with his glassy eyes and dead voice.
Oh, stop moping, said someone. It’s pathetic.
I lifted my tear-stained, blood-stained face, but there was no one to look at. She was speaking in my mind.
You should be ashamed of yourself, lying on the ground and letting Goldie get into your head. That’s what he does best, you know. He makes you wish that you weren’t alive.
“What am I supposed to do?” I hissed under my breath. T
