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Camila

PANIC STREAKS THROUGH me when I open my eyes to a pitch black. I sit up abruptly, blinking many times, and let my eyes adjust in the darkness.

A soft humming of the air condition makes me hug my knees tighter to my body as the goosebumps crawl on my skin. It smells old and dusty. The tiled floor is cold underneath my bare feet, making my toes curl.

This is not my room