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Hunter: Returning? I Don't Want To

Carlie. Oh God no, that voice was back. The one that had started this nightmare the one that reminded me of everything that had happened outside of this world, outside of this world when this world was all I wanted. This world, my stage world. But no. That voice had to speak. You need to come back now. I’m so sorry. Carlie? Are you there? The voice has a tinge of panic in it now, and I smirk silently at it, blaring over the loudspeakers, crashing it’s way through my world of sound and life. I pull my knees up to my chest, locking my arms around them and starting to rock back and forth. This voice wanted to destroy me.

It wanted to kill me.

That was fine. That was okay. But if it just left me here, left me in my world that was so peaceful, I would be okay. Kill my body just don’t make me return to it before you do. Carlie! Please please just give me a sign! I am so sorry! The voice is breaking, a sign of sobs barely contained. But I block it out, filling my mind with the music that fills the arena.

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