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I can't see anything. The darkness is suffocatingly thick as if I can’t breathe. My breathing began to quicken due to the lack of air but out of nowhere I am yanked from the pitch black by a hand larger than my small body. I don't know where I am, I haven't for all my life. I think to myself, "Where am I going now?" A chill shoots down my flimsy spine as I hit a sudden cold metal surface. A beeping sound rings in my small ears as a red light scans me. I squint my eyes because the light was overwhelmingly bright but I soon regained my sight. Once I did, I heard a muffled conversation coming from above, but I couldn’t make anything out of what they're saying. All I could collect was that their conversation had something to do with money. …show more content…

I am being carried to some sort of car. I observe its slim features. I am then tossed into the back end of the silver automobile and trapped in the darkness yet again. I arrive at yet another location. "So many things to look at." I think, searching over the large blue building. Sensory overload is what I would call it. Bikes, toys, gardening tools, it is dark, but I can still clearly see that whoever owns this residence is clearly a hoarder. I am now inside the building and overwhelmed with more garbage. So much stuff, I feel cramped. Now that I think about it, all of these things seem to belong to a child. A startlingly loud, high pitched voice pierces my ears, causing me to involuntarily wince. "Moooooooom! MOOOOM!" A small, angry looking girl appears from around the corner. "What did you buy for me mom?" The little child asks - no - this was more like a

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