Audience Commands: My Escape From the Kill Clock
All of them were merely projections of himself.
In my previous attempts, all I had thought about was running or asking for help. I believed this was truly a fictional world, and that by clinging to the hero's plot armor, I could escape this so-called inevitable death.
As Paul drew his final breath, the entire world around me began to collapse. A flash of white light filled my vision, and once again, I lost consciousness.
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When I opened my eyes again, it was no longer the familiar doorway in the dead of night. I was lying in a hospital bed. Mom was holding me, crying uncontrollably with excitement.