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Omerta’s POV
The light flooded through my room, seeping its way to my tightly closed eyelids, forcing my eyes to open and face the reality of my situation.
My head was spinning at the intrusion of light. It still had to do that thing where it assembled all my thoughts and memories and gave sense to the day that was to start. I was still in Bella’s dress from yesterday, at the welcome party, but that was all I got. The more I tried to get my head around everything, all I got was a blur, a blur of images, sounds, emotions, and sensations.
Everything was like this messed up collage. So many things were playing in my head as I flirted through my jumbled memories. A few things stood out.
Sparkling Purple Dress
Fear
Grey Pearls
And those not-so-familiar sensations and feelings that had recently befriended me. I remember being hit by one of those.
Using these as clutches, my mind t
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