Shocked awake by the incessant blaring of my alarm.
Finally, relief from that insane nightmare.
I swing my legs off my bed and place my head in my hands, a feeble attempt to wipe away the remnants of the horror I still feel.
My feet find their place inside my fluffy slippers as I rise up and shuffle to the bathroom.
I blink hard in the blinding light, and manage to catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror.
It's my face, yet not.
A familiar demonic voice fills my head...
"You won't get away that easily, mortal..."
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J.C. Rebel
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