Page 23 of Reading Between the Lines
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Here lies Diem Krause.
Beeping. Beeping.
You’re good for nothing.
A waste of space.
A punch.
Colliding into a brick wall.
Teeth shattering.
Blood in my mouth.
Spittle on my chin.
A kick to the abdomen. To the face. To the balls.
Good for nothing.
Rotting flowers.
Death.
Decay.
Good for nothing.
Shivering.
I search for the pain, but it’s absent. I feel nothing.
I can’t move.
I’m stuck.
No pain.
Another hit.
No pain.
It’s not real. I’m not here.
It’s an illusion.
A dream.
Open your eyes.
It’s a dream.
A dream.
Let me out.
No answer. I’m alone. Alone.
