Chapter 8

Amna Nihal 630 words

I wake up, feeling my throat dry.

I look up at the time, It was 12:30.

I look at the glass jug on my side table, it was empty.

I get up from my bed, slide into my flip flops and walk down stairs into the

kitchen, creeping through the darkness.

I...

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