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39. Find Me.
"Alina. Alina. Are you awake? I need you up incase we need to move." Dallas?! I sit up and my head spins, I clench my eyes shut and try to give myself a moment to adjust.
I am suffering. Physically. Mentally. I know that I am unlikely to leave these woods alive, but my vision of Dallas was so realistic that I had to try to fight. I had nearly given up when I had came to, an image of my father insulting me and beating me. Was that real? Was Sasha real? Hallucinations and reality swirl together, and leave me confused and uncertain. Warm hands support me, and pull me back down.
"Dallas?""Yes. It is me. Do you remember anything?"
"I don't know really. Dad. You. I don't remember getting here..."
"You
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