*Claire*

I found myself in a familiar old house, dirty from neglect. That smell of sweat that never seemed to go away hit my nostrils, giving me the familiar nausea that was constant the entire time I lived there.

*No, no, no, no*. *I can’t be back here*. *I ran away*. *He can’t touch me*. *He doesn’t know where I went and he’s too lazy to look for me*.

I hear a familiar voice in my head, screaming my name. “Claire! YOU GET OUT HERE RIGHT NOW!”

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