CHAPTER FOURMy eyes flew open with a violent gasp.I sat straight up, clutching my throat, my lungs screaming for air. The phantom feeling of Daniel’s fingers crushing my windpipe was so real I could still taste the metallic tang of blood in my mouth. I was trembling, waiting for the dark bathroom walls, the cold tiles, and his twisted face to appear.But they didn't.The air around me was warm, smelling faintly of lavender and vanilla. I blinked, wiping away the tears blurring my vision, and looked down. I wasn't on the bathroom floor. I was sitting in an oddly familiar bed with crisp white sheets and a plush, pink velvet headboard.I looked around the room, my heart hammering against my ribs.This wasn't Daniel's house.I looked to my left. On the white nightstand sat my old polaroid camera, right next to a half-empty bag of strawberry candies. Across the room, a massive gray beanbag chair sat in the corner, and a silver high school graduation trophy gleamed on the shelf above it.
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