"Taking away concentrates what's left." — Tracy Chevalier
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"Save me,"
Was the voice Ben heard in his sleep. It was like being in an endless cycle of darkness and couldn't find the light. Who wanted to be saved? Who was this? What was happening? However, no matter how much he searched, he couldn't find it. The voice was haunting, like a ghost toying around with its killer.
Ben woke up startled from this weird dream. What the hell was going on? His heart was slamming hard against his chest with sweat beading his forehead. Something wasn't right, he could sense it deep in his bones. He could not get back to sleep no matter how much he wanted to; he was disturbed.
