DANIELLE I awoke slowly, my body heavy, my mind slow to respond. And I felt the cold first, followed by the light.My eyes blinked open, and I stared ahead, disoriented, trying to figure out where I was. The balcony door remained open, the morning air soft but chilly, and I was on the floor.Thank God for the thick, plush rug, which had protected me from the full brutality of the hard surface beneath it. Nonetheless, pain shot through me the moment I attempted to move.I pushed myself up with a soft cry, realizing that my medication had worn off. Every bruise and scrape, every impact I had inflicted on my body the night before, came roaring back to life at once. And my muscles protested, my skin throbbing.I remembered the asphalt and impact from how I had repeatedly thrown myself down, desperate for my story to be believable.A knock pierced the memory, and I froze before scrambling up as quickly as my body could allow, ignoring the way everything screamed in protest.I forced my br
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