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Chapter 6: Butterflies and Cockroaches
A Chapter by
Styna
I welcomed sleep to drift me off into the familiar whiteness. I was relieved to see all of the seats occupied by friendly faces. Sitting directly..
Chapter 7: Jealous Little Hamster
A Chapter by
Styna
I awoke to the sound of loud knocking at my door, feeling far less rested than usual. The discussion in the Energy Room had not gone at all like I..
Chapter 8: Wardrobe Malfunction
A Chapter by
Styna
It had been approximately seventy-two hours since I last slept. I kept myself locked up in my apartment, avoiding everyone in the real world as w..
Chapter 9: Burning
A Chapter by
Styna
I walked slowly to the elevator at the end of the hall, unable to erase Lakin from my mind. I had eventually been able to talk to everyone in the ..
Chapter 10: Lava
A Chapter by
Styna
I fell quickly into a deep slumber. I was grateful to see two of the other five seats occupied in the grand white room. My hopeful glances rapidly..
Chapter 11: Jealous Little Hamster, pt. 2
A Chapter by
Styna
I rehearsed our future conversation in my head, tapping my fingernails against the railing of the elevator as it steadily carried me down to The ..
Chapter 12: Shrinking Affection
A Chapter by
Styna
I couldn’t help but stare at Al’s face. Even with my healing abilities, it was miraculous that he had almost completely recovered from..
Chapter 13: Surprise, Darling
A Chapter by
Styna
Though the conversation in the Room the night before had instilled worry in the back of my mind, I awoke slightly excited to have breakfast with A..
Chapter 14: In Honor of Angela Dawson
A Chapter by
Styna
I hadn’t slept. I had spent the entire night sitting on the edge of my bed, alternating between sobbing violently, and mumbling to myself an..
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