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emogirl99
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I breathe violently as I feel myself being tipped upside down again. I fall bone-crunchingly on the checkered floor. But it is not white and black; it’s red and black. Collapsing on the floor, I retch violently spilling the contents onto the floor. I think I’ve broken a few bones everywhere; all I feel is numbness. But I however stand up without any pain. It may be with the shock of me falling but I don’t think I have actually broken anything. I look around at my surroundings. It’s very dim with a row of white doors. They are the brightest thing in the room (well apart from the bile, but I don’t include that). There’s a table in which there is no key this time. My head pulsates rhythmically with my heart. I hoist up and stagger to each door and attempt to pull or push it. Each door neglects, even with the utmost power, apart from the middle door. I naturally open the gore-blotted door with ease. I begin to go through but I linger uncomfortably. There is an obsolete mirror there. From my illusory education of magic and the paranormal, I’m obliged to walk through it to foresee the other side. It’s either that or I have to try and go back up to the hole…20Please respect copyright.PENANAYX2rmY3vbA
Which I believe is undoubtedly impossible. If only I can come around… I grudgingly promenade towards the mirror and pry my hand through it. I feel not a glassy texture but a silky feel of comfort and then the agony comes bleaching through me…  I gulp with shock. It’s like a liquid constituent… liquid glass? I take my hand out and gasp again. It’s full of blood and bone. Ew. This is remarkable: there’s no cuts or marks or bruises on it, just blood and bone. And if it’s only a dream, it wouldn’t hurt me, would it? I take a couple of deep mouthfuls of the putrid air and prepare my run. Running would be best: the fear would escape out behind me. Sort of like air resistance, it would fuse in with the air.copyright protection16PENANAieETMPmFUG

I mutter gently, ‘’ 3…2…1…’’ I sprint at 0 and run through the substance. I prepare for the worst… 20Please respect copyright.PENANAYuPCnBsKgm
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