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Hundred Thirty Six

I woke up screaming.

It wasn’t a delicate startle, the kind that sits gently in your throat. No—this was a sob torn raw from my chest, full of water and fear.

“Cecilia!” I gasped, clawing at the sheets. My skin was clammy. My throat burned.

The dark room spun as my heart pounded so loudly it drowned...