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I scream.
I claw at the lid.
I wreck my body, trying to find a way out.
I cry, growing more hysterical with every tear that falls.
I beg to know what I did.
And when I’m hoarse and unable to do anything else, I lapse into my memories. Maybe I hallucinate them, even.
Who knows.
Eventually, I have completely overtaxed myself. I enter a dreamlike state, drifting in and out of consciousness. Twilight sleep, that’s a good way to describe it.
When the lid of The Box is pried off, my body is still as death, tears dried on my face. My eyelids open with a flutter, and I wince at the low light of dusk that’s pouring in the window of my room.
Monster is there, hovering over me, his expression unreadable. I can’t bear to look at him, can’t stand the desperate way my mind races to try to f
