inmywonderland9
The modern world has given up on its youth, claiming we are all ungrateful swine, yet never stepping up to reprimand those who do wrong.
The vehicle started moving. Startled, I jerked out of my half sleep-filled daze. My eyes widened when I learned that I had been tied up in the backseat. I let out a scream as the car sunk into the lake.
Chills running up my arms. The room was closing in on me. Suffocating me as I tried to draw in one steady breath at a time. It did not help. I was dying, without anyone having to pull a trigger or dig a knife into my skin.
I rushed out of the pottery store. Confused, even a little dazed, I start to migrate with the crowd, allowing them to lead me into the direction of the next shop. Grocers and food carts pass me by, screaming at customers to buy. I pass them without a second thought.
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