Diyeebiye Katherine young
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Me i don’t know
Hiding behind a building, I could feel blood trickling down from a cut on my head, my hair tied back in a messy ponytail. My heart raced when I spotted a familiar figure in the distance—him. It was the same man I’d seen earlier. “Shawn!” I called out, my voice barely escaping my throat. But he didn’t hear me. My eyes shifted to another man nearby, his gaze locked on Shawn, his gun raised and aimed.
By Diyeebiye Katherine youngabout a year ago in BookClub
Me i don’t know
I had been trying to open my eyes for so long, and finally, I did. The environment around me was surprising. I found myself in a small room—not a big room by any means—with walls painted a stark, all-white color. I was lying on a single bed, the only bed in the room. Beside me was a small table, unfamiliar to me, with various objects scattered on its surface—things I couldn’t recognize. Directly in front of me, a small TV was mounted on the wall, and to my side, there was a lone chair and a bouquet of flowers.
By Diyeebiye Katherine youngabout a year ago in BookClub
