I woke to the sound of my own heartbeat. The bassy thud rattling my ribs, dull through my veins and like a marching band in my head. My skin burning, hands freezing, bed wet from sweat. I opened my eyes as though for the first time, blurry visions of empty walls, a mirror showing only my mess and a window to the bleak grey of the city outside. I remember very little from the days before, and I feel the sway of hysteria as my stomach wretches, agony bringing with it a burning acid that slaps against the floorboards. On my knees, my senses are overcome, I cannot direct myself, I sleep.
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