A Story- The First Paragraph I lie on the uncomfortable straw mattress. It pokes me when I move, and it hurts my already bruised body. I can feel the blood surging through my head; making the dizzy feeling I have worse by empowering it with a headache. As the rock band continues playing the tuneless song inside my brain, I try to move, but a new surge of dizziness hits me like a wave. I close my eyes again and silently pray to a non-existent being. Perhaps I am imagining the greenish haze that is forming before my closed eyes. My eyelids go into spasm as I try and open them, and I am graciously greeted with a loss of consciousness.
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