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Time crawls by, but no sound rips free to sradually slon as ain its hold, but it doesn't, and I eventually realize a startling thing about me: I am not, apparently, a screamer

And that, I findfor no reason, is quite dope

The comforter that has been up to my chin falls away as I push h my veins when I see that I'm still fully clothed

My head still feels light, my body heavy, but no part of me feelsused

Nothing aches

Nothing feels sore

There isn't anything I feel that would make me suspect I have been raped

Yet

Me in, bit after broken bit, but all of thely vivid that it's iether

I've been drugged

And after that—-

Kidnapped

It takes a moment for the truth of my situation sinks in, and I have my first taste of fear

Blech

I' mechanism, but I've just uncovered a second unexpected trait about myself: it's only when my life is on the line, apparently, that e will come to the fore

So s, Sara!

So brill!

Not

I feel the urge to laugh and cry This newly discovered trait of mine is nowhere as helpful as the first, but whatevs I can't allows between anxious gulps of breath

Chill the eff out, Sara!

The room I'm in is small, but every inch of it feels expensive, and eable in the pastjust one or two screams away from terror

I Am So Screwed

The amount of money spent to decorate this room is more than what I can earn in a year Kidnappers usually do what they do for ransom money, but since mine obviously has money to burn—-

So, so screwed

Seriously!

I've always believed in God, but at the sa that would testI continue to face in school is nasty, but not to the point that it's traumatized me for life