I slowly wake up, and realize I have no idea where I am. My brain tells my body to move, but there's no response. I'm panicking. Even my eyes don't move. I think back to the last memory I have, and then I remember the car crash. I must be in the hospital. Then, the door opens and a man walks in. I try to scream for help but my lips are held in place by something. Suddenly, I recognize the man but he's not a doctor. He's my mortician.... he thinks I'm dead. That's when something is inserted into my skin, and the whir of machinery tells me I'm in the worst kind of hell...
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ENTRY #8
Don't Wake Up
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