My world.

In my head, I decide things, not this figment!

I run faster—faster than I ever thought possible. Objects flash by, bits and pieces of what I want the inside of the shack to look like. I dodge stoves, fridges, and cabinets, sometimes missing them by only inches. The only thing absent is--

The little girl’s gaining on me.

I search for the door, begging myself to find a way out of this hellhole.

I see it.

I run.

"NO! YOU CAN’T LEAVE ME! YOU WON’T LEAVE ME! I WILL FIND YOU ALL! MY CHILDREN WILL MAKE YOU THEIR WHORE WHILE YOU WATCH THE WORLD DIE!"

I sprint forward, the world growing hazy, blurry as I do. She's reaching for my hair, grasping at me, trying to pull me...

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