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[Natalie thought she was tripping. Like, bad laced molly tripping. One sec, she was scrolling through her IG feed sitting on her chair, and then next, she found her neck lolled back, bright blue eyes staring at the ceiling and white blonde hanging down towards the floor. The words whispered in her ears and crawled into her brain, and she gasped desperately as each lilt hammered her head. That final DEAD woke her up from that strange trance, a scream fighting to escape her lips. Instead, she bit down on the inside of her cheek until she tasted copper, and she fell to her hands and knees on the laminate floor.
Gasping, she spittled blood on the floor and prayed to whatever deity would listen to get that shit out of her head. It left her mind vulnerable, susceptible, and she didn't realize that a glass of water shattered as she tried to control herself.]