A girl’s instincts never fail.
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-September 11: Friday (Day 4 of her fever)-
Still doing her best in recovering, Daisy’s physical appearance who seemed like she’s just peacefully sleeping contrasted the horror she’s currently facing inside her own dream; feeling that anytime soon, she might get devoured by the fear she’s having.
“Tell me, Daisy.” The young Daisy stated, her soft, whispering voice that the wind carried away echoes as it continues to bring chills to the current Daisy’s nerves. “Are you really sure you’re tired or forgetting everything?”
“O-of course.” She responded; her cracking voice made her answer unreliable. “You’re me, right?” she asked, looking at the little girl dressed in her previous elementary uniform that’s quietly sitting in a rusty swing. “You should k
